Author Information
Move On.
Folder:
Poems For My Step-Dad (Dad) You were stolen,
and also my heart.
Days keep drag on,
nights from crying come and go so quickly.
My memory is no longer affordable.
Health is not a priority.
Strumming of a guitar,
my eyes never blink.
Future is now past.
All these words...
nothing enters my mind.
So high,
afraid to come down so low.
Different views,
never mine.
Resting my head to one shoulder,
you stay staring at me.
My doll-like hair
hides them tears away.
People say to move on,
but my heart is saying: don't let go.
