Don't you do anything right he said.
Just before she got to bed.
Tears dropping down her hazel green eyes.
She wonders where her father lies.
With marscara stains on her face,
She looks up at the moons shiny lace.
She yelles ,and she screams.
Only thing she wants is someone to answer her pleads.
She wants her father to come back home.
She wants to be released from the stranger's home.
While she kept on hoping.
The door was opening.
With his blue shirt,and brown hair he stood there,
He apologized for hurting her, and admitted that
he was never there.
He told her, he loved her.
He told her, he was proud of her.
He reached up to her and hugged her tight.
At that time ,she felt his love was right.
A second later the stranger was there again.
Words so unknown, that she never wanted to hear again.
He screamed, for something she didn't do.
But she didn't feel blue.
She knew who her father was.
For a second she felt where the love was.
For a second she thought of no one else.
For a second she loved him more than anything else.
He bloomed when it really mattered, more prettier than anything else.
Her father was a flower, prettier than all the rest.
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