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The shadows were forming
A face on the wall.
I'm was my bedroom.
Still young, still small.
The face makes a grimace
Then starts to expand!
With a start I woke up
And grabbed onto your hand.
I know that you're
no longer
here to defend.
But I cherish the memories.
Of my Father
My Protector
My Friend
- by cheesenuggets101 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/02/2009 |
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Comments (5 Comments)
- LittleJuggalette_420 - 01/29/2011
- so wonderously written
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- Sunafire - 09/15/2009
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I've lost my father too, but I don't have bad dreams. I just think of how he is in a nice place now, how he'd want me to have a happy life.
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- EveryWakingMoment333 - 09/05/2009
- im so sorry. i love this poem.....
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- angel with dark humor - 09/02/2009
- really deep um I think the thing is because the dream won't go away is because you won't let it go away bad dreams are the feelings that you hide away in your memories and if you don't take the dreams in your own hands they will just keep having them
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- Ylimee73 - 09/02/2009
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i like your rhyme scheme
and thats aweful about your father - Report As Spam
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