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jennie may* Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 122 |
my father and I sit across from each other in a quiet living room in a quiet Saturday when the world seems asleep but still turning laughter and conversation with someone who made me somehow leads to darker louder things from days gone by He tells he remembers watching me fall to the point where he couldn't catch me anymore what a helpless feeling he says to watch my innocence crumble infront of him how many times he wanted to kill the boy for ruining my purity for distorting what love should be how he can't understand where that little girl in pigtails ran away to I want to find her... a Saturday afternoon swallowed up by a tangled past still in mending a moment when I wish I could be five again and hug my daddy like he was my only sunshine in this world of storms |
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ladysixstring Member
since 2000-07-27
Posts 374 |
Too bad we couldn't appreciate those times until they were gone. Especially like... "watching me fall to the point where he couldn't catch me anymore" Very, very nice!!! -jaimie www.ladysixstring.com |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
JennieMay~ Very, very well said. Dads are just the champions of our hearts. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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