They say girls fall in love with
guys who are like their fathers.
But what if their father
wasn't there at all?
It's not any easy thing to
love,
It's not easy to fall.
He left her there
year after year;
always promising to call.
so she'd sit by the phone a few times,
and it never
rang at all.
I guess you've made me
into a trophy case.
I hold in the pain,
and the broken promises you
whisper sound like rain,
filling up a bathtub and sticking my head
right under;
and still I'd stand for you
so tall.
and still I'd love you and still let you in.
But here I still sit
drowning in your lies...
because daddy doesn't call.
so I don't want anyone like you
at all.
sg.
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
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.