Dad
Sometimes
when I asked mum what happened
she told me it was an accident
I believed her
But now I know better
now I hate the man who was supposed to be my father
and I'm sorry
if I tell you that I wouldn't miss him if he died
and I'm sorry
if I'm supposed to love him
and I'm sorry
if I'm supposed to have fun with him
but most of all
I'm sorry that he married my mother
when I asked mum what happened
she told me it was an accident
I believed her
But now I know better
now I hate the man who was supposed to be my father
and I'm sorry
if I tell you that I wouldn't miss him if he died
and I'm sorry
if I'm supposed to love him
and I'm sorry
if I'm supposed to have fun with him
but most of all
I'm sorry that he married my mother
Reacties op dit gedicht
| happy-angel: | Vrijdag, mei 18, 2007 14:24 |
| snik, stilmakend. zooo mooi. weet er verder niks meer over te zeggen:( happy angel |
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| Auteur: kris | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 11 april 2001 | ||
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