Disclaimer: (mentally place disclaimer here)
Henry: Why?!
MY DAUGHTER!
MINE!
DATNG
DATNG THAT... THAT THING!
My little girl
all grown up
and drooling over...
over that THING!
Why?
Why MY Sabrina?
Why now?
Why with that him?!
It was better when she thought they had cooties
better when they were icky
better when they were ugly
better when I had my little girl
Where'd she go?
she's no longer here
she's not the Sabrina I remembered
not the one I loved
Gone.
Poof.
Why?
Why me?
Why is it that evereything's changing
Why is time going on...
Without me?
Why?
Okies ppl, tell me how much this poem sucks coz u & i both no it sucks (especially considering that I've written better)
oh! b4 i 4get, could u rate my poems in ur reviews like 1-5 stars. i wud really appreciate it! ok, thats all i have 2 say/type so... adieu until next time
oh yeah! French words. if u speak french, tell me if i spelled that right
Ok ppl, I'm gonna let u pick who the next poem is going to be about:
-Moth ( this 1's funny! in my opinion)
-Daphne (considering my kind of writing, it's gonna b a serious poem)
-Veronica (serious)
-Snow (serious)
or -Uncle Jake (sad & serious)
