Three months
It's official, I cry when I think of him.
I miss the times when I lived with him,
missing so much that my emotions erupt,
tears down my face like an Ocean's opened up.
It's now been three whole months.
I haven't seen him and he's my own son,
I'm forgetting his voice, that's tough,
regretting every choice, but that's love.
And I don't know how I'd explain it,
but I had to go, she wasn't changing,
nothing else was and it drove me crazy.
It was abusive, she was lost in the head,
resentment was awfully kept,
but as often it'd get?
I'd try to be stronger than them,
but one day we broke up, I woke up,
had you in my heart and I left...
because if I didn't?
I'd be behind bars instead..
I wont let anyone imprison my love,
even knowing in my heart I'm dead.
All this shit is just done,
every day I get up and I live for my son,
all that weight on my shoulders is gone,
your thought is always lifting me up.
I miss you.
Love, Dad.
Posted Jul 29, 2018, 3:38 PM UTC