My best times.... My worst times.... When I think of them, I think only of him. He was there, But yet he wasn't. Sometimes it was As if he didn't even care. He wasn't always sober, So I could never be sure. I wish I could've Been with him, That night he said good-bye. I'm sure the pain, Was like many knives Going right through his heart. But I would've suffered anything, If it meant we didn't have to part. For now the pain, For me is worse. Sometimes I just want to curse: At God, for taking him too soon, And at him for leaving me alone. As I sit here, under the moon, I realize it wasn't me, And it wasn't im, It was fate Who tore us apart too soon.
Reason for writing:
In memory of my dad
Birth sign: Scorpio
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