Our moments together were
An inconvenience for both,
Necessity for neither,
Desired only by me.
I was a stupid, little girl.
I need not hold back tears
My ducts for you dried out
When my
Faith, love, and trust
Ebbed away with
Disappointing and lackluster years
Dropped down a bottomless pit
Your ability to ignore
My existence remains
Ever admirable
While my sentiments remain
Everlastingly indifferent
I'm a cold-natured soul
When you're an old man
You will think back on the days
You wasted our time,
And turned a blind eye
You'll wonder why your only begotten child left your life
If you are lucky enough to reach an age of old
A numbness so comfortable
Unspeakably whole
On your deathbed
Peacefully waiting
The departure of your soul
Notice,
I won't be there
I've turned a blind eye.
Oh, father, you've taught me too well
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
Our moments together were
An inconvenience for both,
Necessity for neither,
Desired only by me.
I was a stupid, little girl.
I need not hold back tears
My ducts for you dried out
When my
Faith, love, and trust
Ebbed away with
Disappointing and lackluster years
Dropped down a bottomless pit
Your ability to ignore
My existence remains
Ever admirable
While my sentiments remain
Everlastingly indifferent
I'm a cold-natured soul
When you're an old man
You will think back on the days
You wasted our time,
And turned a blind eye
You'll wonder why your only begotten child left your life
If you are lucky enough to reach an age of old
A numbness so comfortable
Unspeakably whole
On your deathbed
Peacefully waiting
The departure of your soul
Notice,
I won't be there
I've turned a blind eye.
Oh, father, you've taught me too well
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