Like Father Like daughter.
But she did not like her mother,
Nor did her father.
Nonetheless they had each other.
To her, he was her only friend,
Because he tried to make her days
a little more better.
On weekends she would be released from jail,
He was always the reason behind her bail.
Finally enjoying the taste of freedom,
Smiling and overjoyed, the pain was numbed.
Driving around in that small town,
Surviving from being bound down.
Those only moments she was ever happy,
Mostly Broken inside she wanted to flee.
Though little did she know,
That's how he felt also...
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
Like Father Like daughter.
But she did not like her mother,
Nor did her father.
Nonetheless they had each other.
To her, he was her only friend,
Because he tried to make her days
a little more better.
On weekends she would be released from jail,
He was always the reason behind her bail.
Finally enjoying the taste of freedom,
Smiling and overjoyed, the pain was numbed.
Driving around in that small town,
Surviving from being bound down.
Those only moments she was ever happy,
Mostly Broken inside she wanted to flee.
Though little did she know,
That's how he felt also...
I miss you dad... Thank-you for everything.
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