My father died.
My mother lied,
that father's far at work.
I never care,
yet well aware:
"My father's fool and jerk."
But once in life it comes to me,
for all my eyes are meant to see.
My father's never coming back,
I'll never hold that money stack.. :(
By Robert
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
