Crying in the woods,
Sleeping in the backyard,
Hiding behind the wall
Everywhere broken bottles of champagne.
What if he comes and finds me again?
Can someone help me before I fall.The road was silent,
The wind was running,
Is there a place I can hide forever?
I don't wanna meet him,
Not now,
Not ever.Trying to find him everywhere,
Suddenly I bumped into him,
Too scared to open my eyes,
And see.In a split of seconds,
the person hugged me,
It was a safe touch,
By whom I call my dad,
I missed him so much.
I missed him so much.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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©Fedexalius
©D$.............Published on 24/12/17............
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