You know words are my passion but when it comes to
talking to you, there’s no word. Just pain and fear. For if I say the wrong
thing will you care? Will you even reply? Do you want to be in some type of
relationship with me? Why do I even care? Every time I get on this path I get a
door slam in my face. Tears roll down my check; every time. I feel defeated…yet
here I am again. I don’t what to say anything; but I know one thing I want to fix
this. I want to be your daughter. I want my father in my life. I want it all;
maybe I am just opening my heart for things I’ll never get. But that doesn’t
matter for I will never give up…
((This a personal poem or short story i wrote about my father. Who i havent really talked to in 2 years, yet i want to talk to him again.))
©2012-stephanie"Anne"meehan"Life is like a book.."http://jerseygirlstuckintennessee.blogspot.com
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