I never asked bạn to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me bad.
I never asked bạn to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.
I never asked for the hurt and pain,
hoặc for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
hoặc to grow up a bewildered child.
I never asked bạn to beat up my Mom,
hoặc for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked bạn to leave me alone,
hoặc to grow up in a broken down home.
I never asked for this horrible life,
hoặc for the conflicts, the quarrels and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
hoặc to grow up a bewildered child.
I never asked to be raised in prison,
hoặc to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked bạn to raise Holy Hell,
hoặc for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.
I never asked to be used and abused,
hoặc to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
hoặc to grow up a bewildered child.
I never asked for a brand new bike,
hoặc for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked bạn to throw me a ball,
hoặc for the bruises when I took a "fall".
I never asked once but I'm asking bạn now,
I hope bạn make me understand somehow.
How bạn could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked bạn to be my Dad.
bởi Ronnie Doe
To slap me around and treat me bad.
I never asked bạn to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.
I never asked for the hurt and pain,
hoặc for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
hoặc to grow up a bewildered child.
I never asked bạn to beat up my Mom,
hoặc for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked bạn to leave me alone,
hoặc to grow up in a broken down home.
I never asked for this horrible life,
hoặc for the conflicts, the quarrels and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
hoặc to grow up a bewildered child.
I never asked to be raised in prison,
hoặc to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked bạn to raise Holy Hell,
hoặc for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.
I never asked to be used and abused,
hoặc to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
hoặc to grow up a bewildered child.
I never asked for a brand new bike,
hoặc for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked bạn to throw me a ball,
hoặc for the bruises when I took a "fall".
I never asked once but I'm asking bạn now,
I hope bạn make me understand somehow.
How bạn could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked bạn to be my Dad.
bởi Ronnie Doe
How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for bạn are pure,but I don't know if bạn feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my tim, trái tim broken again bởi a person I trust
The other part wants bạn thêm than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The câu hỏi I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how bạn feel,cause bạn are driving me crazy
When I see bạn pass
The blood that flows trough my body
I'll tell bạn wats my hobby
a text full with red letters
I wish I could say somthing betters
The red shoe on my feet
Tells me that my tình yêu for bạn runs very deep
The color on my nails
Tells me that our tình yêu will never fails
This is what I'm gonna say
And this is what I'm gonna pray:
That are tình yêu remainstrue.
And that I never lose you.
Memories are not to be fergotten
But somtimes they get lost
Then bạn need to find them
Memories are for bạn to find
And for my to know
I may sound nosy,but....
Memories can be funny
If bạn have one to sear
Send me a message
I'm wating........
Hope bạn like it!!!
Dear Mom, this is a poem for you. Hope wherever bạn are, your with your dad and bạn can finally have the birthday you've always wanted, I tình yêu you, we all miss you.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that bạn did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made bạn happy.
I tình yêu you, I miss bạn especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if bạn haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with bạn when bạn needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that bạn did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made bạn happy.
I tình yêu you, I miss bạn especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if bạn haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with bạn when bạn needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.
Prohibiting us from tình yêu so abide.
bạn cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
kẹo coating lies to niêm phong, con dấu the truth.
hoặc painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. bình luận ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
Prohibiting us from tình yêu so abide.
bạn cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
kẹo coating lies to niêm phong, con dấu the truth.
hoặc painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. bình luận ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes