My story
Starts and ends with you.
It's been four long years
I no longer see you in my dreams.
But everyday, I still cry
When thoughts of you
Linger in my mind.
I wish I was able to say goodbye.
I wish I didn’t make you cry.
During those endless nights
That you tried
But love, I chose to deprive.
I still listen to old songs
And when I do,
I always turn blue
Because I am reminded
That I have taken for granted a great person
Someone as beautiful as you.
Papa, I love you
And how I hope you're proud of me too.
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