18 years later,
you try again.
You come back in my life,
Trying to make amends.
With one simple sweep,
I let you in.
Though I know in my heart,
That You’ll leave again.
You gave me life,
But you leave on a whim.
You can’t be my father,
When I have one of them.
You tell me that you love me,
And yes I say it too.
But I know you don’t mean it,
And me loving you isn’t true.
You say all these words,
That leave me wanting more.
I guess you’ve made a habit,
Of walking out the door.
You gave me the life,
Of a sad little loner.
Because I am the sperm,
And you are the donor.
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About the Creator
Serrena Gragg
Welcome to my poetry page. This is where I will leave pieces of me for those who care to read my thoughts.
More from me at
https://linktr.ee/Serrenathedead
xoxo,
S.g
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