To my sperm donor.
With every urge I refused.
I refused to be you.
The way i looked and talked like you.
But I'm not you.
I refused you.
Every step of the way, i wanted nothing to do with you, but I gave you a shot.
And you traded it for drugs, just like how traded it for love.
Maybe we did have something in common their.
I may be you but I know that you'll never know as I loved myself.
I learned alot from you though.
You taught me what not to do.
With all honesty I wish I could hate you, but I cant because my mom taught me better then that.
So I love you for the pain you created in my life, though it wasnt much you are significant to me.
Ps I may be a liar but I'm the worst kind of liar Marco.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
ŞiirA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
