Dani smitley

Rookie (14/mar/1990 / tuscon, arizona)

Him - Poem by Dani smitley

I am the face easily washed off;
Mine are the words he just can't seem to memorize.

I am the girl whose calls are never heard;
Mine are the letters which he always forgot to find.

I am the daughter he wishes to forget
It's me whom he blindly cursed.

I am that girl who was punished
It's me he punished for falling in love.

I am the wind he wishes to feel,
But runs away fearing storm.

I am the thing long lost for him,
But forgets to search for even once.

I am the savings he had,
But now not worth a penny and a debt.

I am that valuable picture he once painted,
But found a place in the attic with time.

I am the words he wrote on the sand,
But was washed away too soon by the sea

I am the pen that would flow with words,
But ran out of ink too soon.

I am the story which he once penned,
But forgot to read just at least once.

I am the favorite line of his poem,
But erased off without a second thought.

I am the dream he always wished to fulfill
And ultimately let off just as fantasy

I am the notes of his favorite music;
Mine are the tone he forgot to hum along with.

I am the girl he claimed to once love,
But forgot to realize what loving is..

I am his daughter, not worth being thought of
And the daughter whom he wished he never had..

*Hey Dad, well the poem is for you, i know you won't come across this but I don't regret what I've done...I am happy..and I love you..Sorry*

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008



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