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A touch, A laugh, A smile.
That’s how love starts.
A love so magical
that it can be tragical.
I get the warm, fuzzy feeling.
I start revealing
who I am.
I feel stable,
Putting my thoughts on the table.
The love will never fade
at least,
that’s what they say.
A push, A cry, A tear.
Love will never reappear.
Crying on the bathroom
f l o o r,
overcame by my doom.
Hurt makes me shiver to the
c o r e
Heart's should be on a chain.
Maybe that way,
I’ll use my brain.
167 · Nov 2015
The Arms of a Father
In his arms, I feel at home.
His steady breathing is a lullaby that can put anyone to sleep,
belly so round.
In his arms, my heart leaps.
His strong arms cover me.
Laughter fills the air,

Then,
I am thrown out to sea.
138 · Nov 2015
Where are you at, Dad?
I wish you were there.
You have missed so much.
It’s almost hard to bare.
I have lost my sense of touch.
You have me feeling so alone,
why don’t you pick up the phone?
All I ever needed was you.
Instead, I feel blue.
Fathers are so essential.
I would have more potential.
But now I’m always distracted,
the girls with their dads,
have me attracted.
What I would give
to have one more hug.
But I can’t seem to forgive.
I walked away with a shrug.

— The End —