Do you remember that night?
Neither do I.
Yet it is still the reason why I cry
They still speak of you, you know
Their memories fonder as they grow
I listen to the stories they tell
And I wonder why I have none as well
At night I lay and wonder
What was my horrible blunder
Why whenever I spill my cries
You're not their to wipe my eyes
Why whenever I speak my name
My voice is filled with sorrow and shame
Why whenever I succeed
My heart's still filled with unresolved need
Why I miss someone I never really knew
And if you ever wonder too
Just tell me why, when I needed a father
You disappeared and didn't bother
You still have yet to tell me why
And this, this is the reason why I cry.
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Love, Hate, and all the Heartbreak in between
PoetryA collection of poems I have floating around in notebooks. they're mostly related to my relationship, family, friendship and personal issues. Enjoy :)
