I never met you.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know how you look like
or what you like to do
or what's your favorite food.
But what I do know is that
you left mom.
You left us.
And they ask me:
"What if you'll meet him?
What will you say to him?"
This is what I'll say:
"Hi Dad. What's up?"
S. J.
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I don't know how it feels like to have a dad because I never met mine.
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Poems
Poetry"love is a game of tic-tac-toe constantly waiting for the next x and o" This book consists of poems about life, love & pain. We all experience different things in our lives. We all met different people that changed our lives. We are all different. B...
