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My father's daughter
My father texted me on Valentine's day
Three years ago I would've responded
But this year I asked who it was
I had deleted his contact
I don't regret it
Because my dad died years ago
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Maybe in another lifetime
I know I can never have her like I want to
If I could even have her like that I wouldn't take it
Not anymore
But maybe in another lifetime I would
My heart only beats for her
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The end of the beginning
I love it
It being you
You changed my life
Life that you give me
You blow my mind
Mind you, that's not easy
Easy on the eyes
Eyes as calling as a siren song
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Falling into nothing
My mind has gone numb
My hands are ice cold
Each day blends into the next
Each word pulls me closer to the edge
Nothing is the absence of something
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Christmas kick-backs
Red, green, silver and white
These colors light up a winter night
Pine trees all wrapped up tight
Plastic bulbs shining bright
Blankets of snow cover the ground
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Better than Before
I've never been the lucky type
That's just never been my plight
But now I'm standing in the light
I found a person good for me
A sweet girl, kind and neat
But yet she knows how to bring the heat
Loves
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My father's daughter
My father texted me on Valentine's day
Three years ago I would've responded
But this year I asked who it was
I had deleted his contact
I don't regret it
Because my dad died years ago
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Maybe in another lifetime
I know I can never have her like I want to
If I could even have her like that I wouldn't take it
Not anymore
But maybe in another lifetime I would
My heart only beats for her
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romantic
i hate valentine's day:
i used to be a hopeless romantic
and maybe that's why i want to hide
in a corner, staying unnoticed.
i love valentine's day:
i used to love chocolate box
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tootsie pops
"What's your favorite flavor?"
My dad hands me an array of lollipops:
Blue, pink, purple and orange,
And I instinctively go for the orange one.
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i wish that you could read this
I'll stop staring,
I'll stop caring,
I'll stop texting you,
I'll stop hoping you'll like me too.
There's no point in staring if you don't meet my gaze,
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From Poetry Class...
We had to write a poem about an animal
in poetry class the other day,
And I didn't know what topic to choose,
so of course I wrote about you:
A bee flies in front
of my window,