this was written for my father who no matter how much i loved him he could never show he cared

i entered this poem into a poetry contest an i recently got into the SEMI FINALS!!!


No matter what I do,
You always seem to hate.
By the time you pretend to care,
I know it will be too late.

From your arms,
I would have fled.
A place I never felt loved,
A place I always felt dead.

Your heart is as cold as death,
Your heart is as black as night.
You don't know how to care,
You only know how to fight.

I use to think all I needed was you,
But I can stand on my own.
I use to think you could love me,
But look at me, I am all alone.

Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:37

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