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myrah
i write poems about things because sometimes i get too deep
as he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep:
slowly, and then all at once
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“i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; i lift my eyes and all is born again.”
ariel: the restored edition // sylvia plath

"daddy (14 06 13)"

Date & Time: Friday, June 14, 2013, 6:12 AM

Entry:

you left me,

while I was sobbing.

you walked away,

when you saw how broken I was.

I waited for you to come back,

but you never did.

you selfish, conniving bastard.

I gave my life and soul to

you,

yet still, you walked away.

the funny thing is,

I always had the slight

hope you would

return, my love.

I'm over you now,

I've moved on.

yet everyday, I still visit,

along with your favourite flowers,

white roses, were they not?

they look so pretty,

against the cold gray stone,

where you now lay

loving son, loving friend.

sometimes, my little boy

will ask me,

"who is that, mum?"

and I always say,

the dad who never got to see

his baby grow

hello

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