Wrecked father figure
He misses common sense,
doesn’t have any intelligence,
doesn’t know how a father should be,
has lost every contact with reality.
He isn’t worth to hit him in the face
because he doesn’t belong to the human race.
The way he treats you
makes me hating him, too.
So what can you do
against this pain he’s putting you through?
He attacks with words,
doesn’t understand that it hurts.
He is made up of lies,
doesn’t see the tears in your eyes.
Is it a surprise
that you wish he dies?
I wished I got the key
to lock your misery.
That I could take over your pain
and see you being happy again.
doesn’t have any intelligence,
doesn’t know how a father should be,
has lost every contact with reality.
He isn’t worth to hit him in the face
because he doesn’t belong to the human race.
The way he treats you
makes me hating him, too.
So what can you do
against this pain he’s putting you through?
He attacks with words,
doesn’t understand that it hurts.
He is made up of lies,
doesn’t see the tears in your eyes.
Is it a surprise
that you wish he dies?
I wished I got the key
to lock your misery.
That I could take over your pain
and see you being happy again.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| dead_girl: | Zaterdag, januari 20, 2007 13:44 |
| mooi bschreven liefs dead_girl thnQ voor je reacties op m''n dichies ;) |
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| dishesqueen: | Donderdag, januari 18, 2007 18:53 |
| good poem! | |
| yellow: | Donderdag, januari 18, 2007 09:21 |
| ja ja, weeral zwaar op pad zie ik... groetjes, Y. |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: MG Poetry | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 januari 2007 | ||
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