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Author Name: Freebehind_blue_eyes 1 Comments
Date Added: December 27, 2005 04:12:00 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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dear father, dear daughter

Tell me the words that the wise men said
For I seem to have them mixed up with the ramblings in my head
In my heart I do believe that where thereís dark there will be dawn
Yet every time I try to run I just end right back with your scorn

I think that in my mind I am beginning to see
That within your love lies something, that is destroying me
And although as you know, they say that love is blind
Thereís something now destroying, the blinkers in my mind

Iím seeing how you drink a lot, how you swear and how you hit
Iím watching how you shred my dreams, slowly bit by bit
From my perch at this new distance, on the outside looking in
Iím seeing how you drag me down; to you own level of sin

Iím wondering how I missed this, how I didnít see before
But I believe now thereís a chance, to open a new door
I can move on from this pattern, accept I loved and lost
And gather my strength for the moment that I find out the cost

Of running away from home, to the life of glamour and fame
To find the world you promised me, was just part of the game
Yet with all I was exposed to, I managed to keep within
A little of belief, that saved me from your sin

For I believed that everyday, you would wake up changed
That it was just the drugs and alcohol that made you deranged
Although I feel this was all just, a part of loves delusion
It made me stronger deep inside, when I broke through the illusion

So I begin my journey today, not only deep within my heart
But a very special journey, that I am about to start
For although I left in anger, in fury and in hate
Iím now heading back home, for a very special date

I hope my parents are waiting for the daughter they raised well
Who they brought up with the values that kept her true within this hell
I hope they will forgive me after I journey all this way
For this year I will be there for my family Christmas day.

For my daughter I do love you, and you know I always willBut since you left in such a state your mother has fallen illShe always was a giver; she gave you everything she couldAnd now, even though sheís sick, I know that she still would

The night you left I found her, lying in your roomSnuggled into your bedspread, trying not to spread gloomBeside her lay your spaniel, which followed you everywhereAnd who could not understand why all of a sudden you werenít there

The next day she stopped eating, there was nothing we could doShe waste away slowly, until we said goodbye to BlueWe buried her in the orchard, in case you ever want to seeYour mother wanted to phone you, but I didnít know where youíd be

As the months went by we waited for a letter or a callBut as nothing ever came, the pain took its toll on us allI left my job in September, to care for your mother, and my wifeFor†although she may not have meant much to you, she was the love of my life

With the world around me blurring, as the tears stream down my faceI have to live alone now, a sad and helpless caseFor my life as I once knew it, where I loved to wake up every dayHad become a hollow shell, a washed up relic by the way

And now, the point of my letter to you, and why I left it hereIs in the hope that one day youíll return, to the house you once held dearAlas itís a house not a home now; for itís not only blue I lostBut my heart along with your mother,so I hope what you had was worth the cost.

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeJames Lagoski on January 26, 2006 08:35:44 AM Report
Dear Cherie-
This was a very sad piece of writing-
One of the things about moving on is the life we
leave behind continues towards its destiny just
as ours does-
Truly an emotional thought here-
Best Wishes to You and Yours My friend~
Peace~
James




 


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