forgive me i was not there when you most needed me when in the dark of night monsters beneath your bed i was not there to scare them all away not there when you fought off the bullies coming home with your first black-eye when you need me the most i wasn't there when you kissed that first girl there were questions that needed answers times you needed advice when no matter where you turned there was none forgive me although you are somewhere in my imagination and simply what if i find myself at times still asking and asking forgive
jSweptson
although i knew at the age of 20 i was not parent material like most i wonder. so this is to the child i never had and to all those children that have been forgotten.