I haven`t seen dad.
When i used to,
i was always mad.
Never said love you.
It`s sad.
I would`NT`ve missed him.
Now he`s gone for longer,
i should`ve kissed him.
I never used to
only once a year.
I pretended to hate,
now he`s not there,
now it`s too late.
a while ago,
i was thinking about what would happen,
If sometime or so,
i just saw him and we were talking,
a conversation pattern...i would`ve cried.
i more or less did whilst thinking just then
i really wonder,
when i`m going to see him again.
I`d seriously surrender the fake hate act,
and stop thinking of myself,
and stop being vain...because now i have a empty hole filled with pain.
In a heart it`s meant to be love
In my heart i feel it`s gone
stolen from above.
Flown off a beautiful dove,
the symbol for love,
such beauty gone so cruelly.
I feel its all my fault,
I locked his love in a vault
didn`t let him open it,
i used to open it, he`d was lit
-i know he`d love my love given him
every moment of it.
anyone could see it
I just stopped wanting to see it,
and I'm truly sorry
for every hating moment of it.
As, now i really regret it.
And this relationship,
this poem is the last of it.
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