I walk in the room
And feel you’re presence
I feel you’re near
People think I’m crazy,
When I ‘talk to myself’
But really I’m talking to you.
Some people think
When you turn to talk
And no one is there
That there is just a spirit.
Someone you love.
Someone who cares.
And someone who hasn’t
Finished what they need to do.
But daddy, come back!
I know you can hear me,
I know you’re there.
The day you died,
I died inside
I didn’t want to live a day longer.
The day I wed,
Will you be there?
Even if you cant walk me down the aisle?
I need to know,
Give me a sign
So I can fall asleep tonight…
Or I might die…
black broken heart
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-92/
