As the pain hits me like a bottle of whiskey,
im left to believe you are there.
I can't see you nor can I hear you,
but im left to believe you are there.
I can't feel your touch,
but im left to believe you are still there.
I can't hear your laughter,
but im left to believe you are still there.
Even though I cant see, hear, or feel you,
Im left to believe you are there...
you know the key word in believe... is LIE. And too think im left to believe you are still there.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
As the pain hits me like a bottle of whiskey,
im left to believe you are there.
I can't see you nor can I hear you,
but im left to believe you are there.
I can't feel your touch,
but im left to believe you are still there.
I can't hear your laughter,
but im left to believe you are still there.
Even though I cant see, hear, or feel you,
Im left to believe you are there...
you know the key word in believe... is LIE. And too think im left to believe you are still there.
R.I.P. DADDY Im missing you every day
A poem wrote by me Courtney Richards
