by vanessa hill May 1, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
I sat down and all i thought of was you. When i looked into your room and an empty bed is all that looked back to me. I think of all the times i would came and and say "Daddy, may i sleep with you tonight theres something under my bed.". I think of you and when i see the bed i think of all the times i seen you in it a sleep and thought thats my daddy "shh hes sleeping" Day and night thoughts of you come in. Day and night i think of you. |