My Christmas morning can never be forgotten.
It was cold and my heart just became harden.
The snow razzed as my heart took the blue from the jazz..
Ive become the oil of the butter melted yesterday...
I've become the humus in your uprooted soil.
But there is not a moment i don't grieve dad.
There's not a moment I haven't wished u were here.
If u could only see your daughters you'd be glad.
And u wouldn't take that chance you took to disappear.
My Christmas have now become Easter's.
And my happiness have now become deceit.
For on my days of celebration are disasters.
As I open my eyes on Christmas morning I remember the grieves to meet..
So I act happy because I know you would want me to smile.
Oh how I miss you on this cold Christmas morning when I was proud to say I was your child.
R.I.P. daddy I love u
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De TodoThis book has poetry for all people of all kinds.It was mainly written for people with a deep and creative mind.You can message me if you want me to write a poem about a certain situation that you have experienced.
