I want to be the fist person he sees
I want to be the person who makes him smile at the slightest things and make him happy to be near me when he is sad or upset all I want to do is make him to like me for me and not to be what he expects
I just want to wake up to him and feel like he wants me here
And now I have that
He is my inspiration
He takes my breath away every time
My spirit is brighter
I'm learning to love after years of being torn to pice by pice
But now he puts the pieces
together to make my heart as it once was
And to him I owe my heart
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for my father who is never here for me and I don't know why and without him a part of me is missing
