Papa, Oh, Papa,
Why won't you look at me?
I used to think you were the one who
understood me the most,
What happened now?
I will take good marks,
I will make you proud,
Would you please look at me?
Hug me, say that you love me,
Kiss my forehead, caress my hair.
Papa, Oh, Papa,
I love you the most,
I am still your little girl,
Would you come back to me?
YOU ARE READING
Impulse
PoetryMany things happen, it's hard to hold on. But writing makes it easier. So, here's for you, my share of pain.
