Father
As I sit
I see moms and dad's go by with children hand in hand
I start to think,
Why can't my life be just them?
Why should they deserve a perfect family?
Why are they so happy?
Why can't that be me?
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My mother is a famous model,
My dad, I don't care what he is,
All I know was that he left me when I was little.
Not thinking of how his daughter would turn out,
When she was older.
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I use to sing with my dad,
Because it would ease my fear,
Now I wish I didn't receive this voice.
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That's until a messy haired boy with deep blue eyes,
Made me laugh and smile,
He ease my pain away.
And Dad if you're reading this,
He will be a better father then you will ever be!
