Dreams, Makebelieve and Fairytales
...because times are tough for a hopeless romantic and persistant daydreamer
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
So tap at my window
And Mother i blame you,
With every inch of the being you gave,
For i have become you,
And i know every part of your game,
And Father i love you,
But how could you watch as i pushed her away,
I cannot forgive you,
For bringing me up this way.
No regrets?
You want to set foot on the plane with no regrets?
What actually gets me about this whole messed up situation is that you don't see that i'm upset because you made the effort to see her before you go, but you didn't want to see me, you can barely pick up the phone to me anymore, but you found time in your busy schedule to contact her.
Here's to 8 years tomorrow.
Friday, 18 June 2010
My Daddy
If I could write a story
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving father
Who had a heart of gold
I could write a million pages
But still be unable to say, just how
Much I love and miss him
Every single day
I will remember all he taught me
I'm hurt but won't be sad
‘coz he'll send me down the answers
And he'll always be my Dad
Monday, 19 April 2010
the truth
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
Not even close… Not even a little bit… Not even at all.
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