Dad,
I'm still a baby
But a big one
I really miss those days
When we had conversations, rather than arguments
Maybe you see me as a growing adult
And yes I am
But, I can't even tell you how much I need you
You are giving me space
So much space
I don't remember the last time
We had a good laugh
I don't know how to talk to you
There's a side, where I hate you
And the other, I need you
Will you understand it without me saying it
~ A Teenage Daughter
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When Heart Talks... || Poetry ||
Poetry" Human is the one who wears his heart on sleeve, society is the one which cuts the hand off" A poetry collection from a human, who lost love, by mistake, but even if there's a chance to get it back, she won't take it.... The speciality of the poem...
