How dare you come into my dream and ask me if I'm happy.
How could I possibly feel happy?
My father, my role model, my inspiration—you are gone.
I told you I wasn't happy.
Even though I stated that you still had a large smile on your face, it made me cry when I woke up.
Dad, you look happy.
You are now free.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Stitched Lips
PoetryMy mind is filled with words and sayings that I wish to scream out to the world. The problem is, I cannot. Start: 11/14/20 Finish: 09/18/22 ©7spades_
