by Nixie 🐱
Personal feelings that can't be categorized.
|The last time I saw your face |
it was behind an oxygen mask.
Your eyes implored me
You longed to breathe your last.
When next I saw you
You were dead.
I despise the words that people say:
"My dad would not want me to feel this way."
How can you even care
Now you've died and gone away.
Wake up, Dad.