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Oh! saturday nights spent wishing for my father to come early and tell me "I love you" Sunday nights spent awake waiting for his return to drive me to school on monday mornings How my mother, my little brother and me curse the day he became best friends with John Knowing John changed it all all board games now in the back of our wardrobes with dust on top of them waiting to rot Sometimes, I waste my birthday wishes pretending they'll work out wishing for my father to have never met John My little brother and me, now replaced for slot machines, gambling tables and spliffs Give me a hint, dad should I still call you like that? Nah. Now I've met this "so called John" and I do not like him he makes me do funny stuff His silhouette is bright and he uses a cane I don't like him, "dad" Please stop seeing him I know you say he helps you to get through but does he help us? No! Maybe one day mom will have the guts to sign that divorce paper and hand it to you I hope she do it soon The saddes part is, when I asked you to quit John, you said, No. "Why?"- I said. "Because Johnnie is the only one who tells me to keep walking".
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
They day he met John
Oh! saturday nights spent wishing for my father to come early and tell me "I love you" Sunday nights spent awake waiting for his return to drive me to school on monday mornings How my mother, my little brother and me curse the day he became best friends with John Knowing John changed it all all board games now in the back of our wardrobes with dust on top of them waiting to rot Sometimes, I waste my birthday wishes pretending they'll work out wishing for my father to have never met John My little brother and me, now replaced for slot machines, gambling tables and spliffs Give me a hint, dad should I still call you like that? Nah. Now I've met this "so called John" and I do not like him he makes me do funny stuff His silhouette is bright and he uses a cane I don't like him, "dad" Please stop seeing him I know you say he helps you to get through but does he help us? No! Maybe one day mom will have the guts to sign that divorce paper and hand it to you I hope she do it soon The saddes part is, when I asked you to quit John, you said, No. "Why?"- I said. "Because Johnnie is the only one who tells me to keep walking".
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
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