He has left a slow burning inferno in my stomach
The one that is called Father
That refuses to listen.
My love for him burns like green fire
So strong and yet so hesitant
Like I am not sure on how to show it.
I have always been his girl
And I will always be
The one that took after him.
He has become a rock
A silent strength, a reservoir of pillars
Something I can hold to, someone I know.
Even though sometimes I don't understand all his ways,
He has become a stamp on my existence
The one I will always have.
Father, the chromosome that I am
I have become attached to
I will scuffle but never truly run.
My one and only.
There cannot be another
The one who leaves words turning in me.
No, there cannot be another.
Who grinds my thoughts,
No other who can fire my shots.
My biggest supporter,
My longest friend, the one for whom I am a son
My beginning,
My father.
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Poesia~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
