Finding my way through the darkness,
painfully with a beating soul..
I can't figure out how it works.
Or am I, just so sore?
They say pages,write your story,
I say, write your own,
It doesn't have to be with a pen.
It can be done with your soul.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and feelings.
PuisiThis poem, my dad wrote when I was born. I always look up to him, and this poem is a work of art. I've always loved this poem, like I love him. I thank my dad for everything even though I don't show it and tell him that. I hope he finds this someday!
