Uncle

Tue, 07/30/2013 - 21:19 -- Eryca.Z

 

I miss the type of friends we used to be, but uncle can't you see...

that I'm dying, I've spent nights crying,

making myself believe it's not true,

and waking in the morning asking where are you?

 

My heart seems to shatter every time I hear your voice, reminding me of what we had, and your stupid choice.

Which never occurred in my mind what so ever.

Like that one choice that changed my life forever,

My 13th birthday you ruined, remember....

 

I was just a little girl looking for a father figure,

But I guess your just another guy who pulled the trigger.

 

Now your life means a lot to your daughter Autumn,

So please don't make her feel like she's at the bottom,

Because she only gets one life and I love that little girl so don't you ruin it with that knife.

But I know you love her, I really do

That's why I hope you don't do it her too.

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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