A Daddy's Poem

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This one's not mine either.
I got it from

[Broken[Hearted[Fool]'s quizzila page

I thought it was really sweet, so I decided that I had to share it with all of you.
Well, enjoy!
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Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.

But her Mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one,'
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.'

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

'My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so .
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart'
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's, just too far.

You see he is a Soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught Canadians to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,'
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.

They say it takes a minute to find a special
Person, an hour to appreciate them,
A day to love them, but then an entire
Life to forget them.

Betrayal

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This isn't mine either
Just found it really nice
From

Kittylurver210's quizilla page

hope you all like it too!
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We were there for each other,
there 'till the end,
laughing and playing,
we were best friends.

We always talked,
we were never mean,
what I didn't know,
was your horrid scheme.

It happened so fast,
in the blink of an eye,
I can't comprehend,
I won't even try.

You hurt us all,
you lied to me,
your so called friend,
the used-to-be.

You earned my trust,
from the very start,
and then you had,
to tear me apart.

Why you lie,
I'll never know,
this other side,
you've never shown.

Now I cry,
for all our pain,
but for all these lies,
what is to gain?

Attention or love,
is that what you see,
all of those things,
they won't set you free.

The lies that you told,
you can't take them back,
not even the hearts,
that you had to crack.

What was this,
some kind of wrath,
I can't believe,
you chose this path.

And now I know,
the true blue you,
and what you say,
can't know it's true.

These hidden tears,
I'll never cry,
since that's your plan,
I won't comply.

I can't even trust,
whatever you say,
this con for his trust,
a game I won't play.

I hope that you find,
some other way,
to gain his love,
and still I pray.

I wish you wouldn't,
have to say,
all of those things,
your lies will pay.

Unfair

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This isn't mine
I found this on

Kiss-me-better's quizilla page

Hope you all like it^^
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I'm writing this on a page,
I couldn't say it if you were there,
because everytime I try to speak,
I can't get past "it's unfair".

It's unfair I have to bite my tounge,
so that blood breaks from my lips,
I'm not ready for this, I'm far too young,
to try and catch the drips.

It's unfair that I can't tell you,
that you're in every breath and in every bone.
It's cruel, but sadly oh so true,
that you don't know what it's like to be alone.

It's unfair that the one thing you could do,
to save me from my doom.
Would be to replace that simple boy,
sitting in the next room.

And no matter how he cried,
I'd close my weary lid,
I'd remember every time he lied,
when you never did.

Because you're love is so above me,
you're touch is so intense,
that if you took time to love me,
my world would make more sense.

But to ask you to feel,
for someone as screwed up as me,
is like asking a falling sun ray,
to mingle with the sea.

Maybe it's unfair,
to risk messing up his brain
to drive a bee into into his hair,
and drive jealousy insane.

If you only did this one thing,
I'd leave HIM standing there,
not caring how it would sting
because I guess life's unfair.

Lakebed Murder

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This isn't mine.
I found this on

girlsxvomitxcandy's quizilla page.

I loved it so I decided to share it with all of you^^
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She's lying right in front of me,
her body twisted in places not meant to be.
Her neck is broken, her eyes are dead
and there's a bullet wound in the center of her head.

Her blood flows down into the waterbed,
coloring the once black water a vibrant red.
What has happened? What did she do?
a voice instead my head sings, "can that really be you?"

Hysterical laughter fills my ears,
re-capturing my attention and affirming my fears.
The murderer stands above the girls body, eyes gleaming.
God only knows what she had been scheming.

Her ribcage is visible beneath her skin,
oh she is perfect, she's so thin!
Her hipbones are sharp and her collarbone clear
I stand there and watch her, my body tense with fear.

Blood covers her hands and is stained in her hair
that poor girl below her, fell victim to her snare.
She's laughing at the body, proud of what she's done.
What was this a game to her? Her way of having fun?

"Stop it!" I scream, hands ready to choke.
But my fingers slip right through her. Is this a joke?
Her cackles continue to ring through the air
I want to grab her gun, pull the trigger if I dare.

"What is wrong with you?" I shout, my eyes flare.
No answer. Just more laughter. Obviously she doesn't care.
I kneel beside the body, searching for some life.
I gasp as I move closer, her body's been marred by a knife.

I turn her over, but am too scared to see her face.
But I know I have to, if I want to leave this place.
Her neck flops to the side, making a sickening crackle,
And the murderer above us gives another cackle.

As I stare at the face before me, tears strike my eyes.
"That's not me, it's not me," I can't stop my lies.
I hover over my own corpse; it reeks of death.
And I whisper, "You killed me," with my one last breath.