Song: Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word - Elton John
Will I see his eyes in the crowd tonight?
Will he take the day off for me?
Will he find what I find important,
Important?
Is his smile because he thinks it's funny?
His blank stare of boredom.
His complaints of when we are going home.
Will he actually be there for me,
ever?
a.n.: He is. He sat across from me and told me he loves me, and that he would never leave me. I love you, dad❤️
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Poetry Of The Rushing Mind: Eighteen
PoesíaI love poetry. My life up until eighteen has been a rollercoaster. I have grown to love writing and am slowly finding myself along the way. This is all of my work that I either submitted for class, or I was stuck in my head and had to release my tho...
