i remember these memories of me and you,
when you would frown over such small things and,
there would be pain in my chest because,
i never want to make you mad,
i never want make you disappointed,
But dad i feel i cannot prevent that
and for that,
i'll always be sorry.
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Limeade
PoetryThis book is a mixture of short stories/bad poetry thats hopefully relatable but circumstantial I hope you enjoy it, if not, that's okay.
dad.
i remember these memories of me and you,
when you would frown over such small things and,
there would be pain in my chest because,
i never want to make you mad,
i never want make you disappointed,
But dad i feel i cannot prevent that
and for that,
i'll always be sorry.