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By Stefanie
- Published: August 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Analysis of Form and Technique
My heart aches, Dad,
For the things you won't do.
My soul breaks, Dad,
For all that we've been through.
My heart aches, Dad,
For the things you won't do.
My soul breaks, Dad,
For all that we've been through.
I fear it's too late, Dad,
To mend my broken heart.
I'm so full of hate, Dad,
I don't know where to start.
You took away my hope, Dad,
That I would ever be loved,
And now I'm left to cope, Dad,
As I watch you love your son.
I want to scream and yell, Dad,
But I fear my voice will crack.
I want so much to tell you, Dad,
That I can't always take you back.
Please listen to my words, Dad,
For they are all that I can say.
I want you to treat me like I'm yours, Dad,
And not just throw me away.
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