Sometimes we argue,
sometimes we fight,
we definitely have our fits,
but that's alright.
Maybe things aren't always perfect,
sometimes we wonder why,
occasionally I give up.
but you always make it right.
And late at night,
when I lay awake in bed,
I can't help but think,
God I love my dad(:
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Poured Out on Paper
PoetryCAUTION: This is a collection of my deepest thoughts and feelings. Half of it will NOT make sense to you. Handle with care, because this is my entire heart.... *Poured Out on Paper.*
