I still wear my father's sweater
His cologne is all I want to breath
Then I stand in the living room,right at the centre
And dance to the song he loved to sing
He always made everything better
Even now,when we can only meet in my dreams
That is why I always throw a fiesta
On his death anniversary.
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Naming My Feelings
Randompoems I came up with when I was in school about all the shit I've been through __both imaginary and real
