I’m unsure whether to blame pride or fear
It pains me
Forced to be his towel, to wipe away his tears
My heart aches
For I’m the only one who knows, you see
Can’t I return time
Because it has cheated me
Return time to the maker of time
So I may have as much none time as needed
I’m forced to watch as he enters phase three Reliving the past
Watching with keen eye
Praying for more time
So he may see what becomes of me
Dreading the day I meet goodbye
So I pretend all is fine
Like there’s nothing wrong
With this father of mine
About the Creator
Jazzma Crofton
Hi, I’m Jazzma. I act, model, sing and last, but not least write. Though, it’s been a while since I’ve attempted to write anything, I’m ready to get back to it. I write about whatever is in my heart or mind; love, pain, dreams, hopes, life.
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