Emotion is linear when I have clarity
I observe the unknown
It isn't civil to express benevolence without remembering your own
Moments construe laments of pridefulness without knowing what to do
I sink deep while unfurling the truth
Your eyes gleamed when you told stories of home
You protected hope
The sacred bond elapses
Being my father was nothing more than to provide the savior faire for me to cope
The impossibility to live up to your standards
To seek demeaning attention
To breathe only when told to
You showed me that standards were of my own
To expose the will I had to be good at something I enjoy
The garden you mailed to me is something I still take care of
You taught me things are meant to fall apart so I can put them together
I hold on to your spirit because my children will know
The garden you made was real enough for me to grow
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Emotion is linear when I have clarity
I observe the unknown
It isn't civil to express benevolence without remembering your own
Moments construe laments of pridefulness without knowing what to do
I sink deep while unfurling the truth
Your eyes gleamed when you told stories of home
You protected hope
The sacred bond elapses
Being my father was nothing more than to provide the savior faire for me to cope
The impossibility to live up to your standards
To seek demeaning attention
To breathe only when told to
You showed me that standards were of my own
To expose the will I had to be good at something I enjoy
The garden you mailed to me is something I still take care of
You taught me things are meant to fall apart so I can put them together
I hold on to your spirit because my children will know
The garden you made was real enough for me to grow
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