Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
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
Courtney Lynn Richards
Written by
Courtney Lynn Richards  Chatsworth, CA
(Chatsworth, CA)   
739
   Doug Potter
Please log in to view and add comments on poems