Sober...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sitting in my European Union class in Sweden, and all of a sudden it came rushing out. But then again, if you know any of my work, it all comes out like that. I hope you like it, I haven't written in a while, so lets hope I still got it.

I can't seem to figure out which one its for though. But I'm pretty sure I'll figure out who she is eventually...

Submitted: March 12, 2008

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Daddy left before you were born,

Mommy by the time you were four.

And you question why…

Its gets so hard.

Spend your nights getting high…

Sometimes you go too far.

 

Have you ever wondered how,

It would be to move on.

Maybe you would see how,

It’s so much better to be gone.

It’s about time for you to leave that dusty little town,

There’s a whole world out there, and it’s not slowing down.

 

You keep walking but you’re standing still,

You say you want to leave but you probably never will.

Sometimes I wonder why I tried,

Because you really didn’t want my help.

It still hurts when I hear you cry,

I still remember how it felt.

 

Have you ever wondered how,

It would be to see the world sober.

Maybe you’d notice how,

You’re getting a little older.

It’s about time for you to grow up,

I’m not there to hold your hand, anymore.


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