Not My Father

Not My Father

Not My Father

Thought I’d drawn my last known breath
When I came to know your depth
Absorbing all the information
Just to spit intoleration

To understand and care to know
Was what you did before the blow
You punched me hard, and fast, and good
Not again, I knock on wood

Trusting in you, though you tread
Only was the trouble head
I’m not crazy, I’m not bothered
Only glad you’re not my Father

Would you hear a word I’d said?
No, I may as well been dead
But you could not hold for long
Buckling under sad sung song

Are you sorry we had met?
Sure hope not, or I’m all wet!
Sometimes company gets worn
But that’s okay, my heart’s not torn

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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