The Secret Stone

This world is so strong and so wrong,
I use this tone with my secret stone and now my dads gone,
I miss him but im just hurt inside and out that’s no doubt,
If only I had a father that will talk to his daughter,
Snapping my fingers slowly to the tone I thought and thought and cried,
If only I had a father that wont bother to come over,
Looking at clover I frowned in my yellow gown,
He might be died,
But I raise my head up and prey on this day,
I can only wish that he’s okay,
Today I still say,
If only I had a father that will talk to his daughter,
Looking in the mirror with terror I looked and cried watching the days go bye,
Looking at the spherical rain,
But still cant cure my pain..

_2003

by Devine Smith

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