Death Of Beloved Father
This made me cry because 9 years ago my dad was shot and I remember seeing him just laying there. I miss him so much and I don't even think I ever told him I loved him.
Published: Nov 2010
It Wasn't Your Time
they say not to cry,
for you have gone to a place with no pain.
and they tell me not to worry for I will see you again.
But I don't care,
because they do not know my heart ache and pain,
because I know you are gone.
and it's tearing me apart.
Every night I pray to God,
and begging him to give my daddy back.
some days I cry myself to sleep,
knowing it's gonna be a while till I see him again.
I still don't know why you took my dad from me.
he was still very young.
I wish I could get him back,
to hold him one more time,
or even just to see him once more,
you took him so suddenly,
I didn't even get to say goodbye,
I hate my last memory of you,
laying in your white coffin,
with your blue shirt and black pants,
I hate the way how you could not speak,
I hate the way how you were cold when I held your hand.
Please come back to me dad,
I still need you,
Your time is not yet up.