You were my comfort.
You were my escape when things got bad.
You were my hero.
My father, my daddy.
Then you moved away.
Not just anywhere, though.
You moved to Florida.
You aren't here to see me grow.
You aren't here to see anything.
Daddy's little girl...
is daddy-less.
I just want you back.
I don't like waiting six months to see my own father.
It's not fair.
Daddy, I miss you.
Come home.
Please.
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Poems/Creative Writing
PoetryWhen I am angry I write about my emotions. These are just my emotions I feel.