He laughs,
Even when I’m not telling jokes.
But I don’t mind it.
Politely patronizing me,
He makes me feel young and
I find it...
Soothing.
His wise eyes upon me,
Like a father,
As if I'm your loving daughter.
He smiled at me,
As he rolled his cigarettes tenderly.
I’d always compared this,
To the way he’d treated me.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
He laughs,
Even when I’m not telling jokes.
But I don’t mind it.
Politely patronizing me,
He makes me feel young and
I find it...
Soothing.
His wise eyes upon me,
Like a father,
As if I'm your loving daughter.
He smiled at me,
As he rolled his cigarettes tenderly.
I’d always compared this,
To the way he’d treated me.