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I finally got a 100% on something in Mrs. Blomker's Class. Today was a very good day. Only one problem..we actually have to read every poem we have written this year in front of the class on Friday. My lack of public speaking skills should make the experience very interesting.
Only 7 days left...
"Ode to a Loving Father"
I was yours
you were mine
until that fateful
day.
When you slammed the door
and quickly dashed
away.
Love me until the end
but time never mends
lust.
Do you think about me
when you are slipping into
dreams?
Your profound voice is a phantom
haunting my bittersweet
sleep.
When lonely souls stop searching
they slowly dwindle into
slumber.
Grasp my limber hand
and lead me to the fire.
Sometimes its better to burn
than to lay awake at
night.
Wondering,
Wanting,
Wishing,
for you to come back
home.
Were you thinking of me
when you left with no
goodbye?
No final words to
ease your insane
impulse.
I'm drowning in
dear mothers tears
as I sweetly tell her
goodnight.
Like a prayer for alleviation
when suffering has already ceased
your justification means
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
Only 7 days left...
"Ode to a Loving Father"
I was yours
you were mine
until that fateful
day.
When you slammed the door
and quickly dashed
away.
Love me until the end
but time never mends
lust.
Do you think about me
when you are slipping into
dreams?
Your profound voice is a phantom
haunting my bittersweet
sleep.
When lonely souls stop searching
they slowly dwindle into
slumber.
Grasp my limber hand
and lead me to the fire.
Sometimes its better to burn
than to lay awake at
night.
Wondering,
Wanting,
Wishing,
for you to come back
home.
Were you thinking of me
when you left with no
goodbye?
No final words to
ease your insane
impulse.
I'm drowning in
dear mothers tears
as I sweetly tell her
goodnight.
Like a prayer for alleviation
when suffering has already ceased
your justification means
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.