I’ve stopped saying I love you back
To the father I no longer cut slack
For the birthdays missed
And the time not spent
For the nights not kissed
And the love not lent
This Apple rotted from the seed
His love is something I don’t need
But night after night
And year after year
I fight his daemons
And face his fears
The sins of the father
Will be payed by the son
So in the end
No one’s won
Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 1:12 PM UTC
I’ve stopped saying I love you back
To the father I no longer cut slack
For the birthdays missed
And the time not spent
For the nights not kissed
And the love not lent
This Apple rotted from the seed
His love is something I don’t need
But night after night
And year after year
I fight his daemons
And face his fears
The sins of the father
Will be payed by the son
So in the end
No one’s won