To dad. With love

Absence – the sound that stings the ears, the heart can’t bear to hear, the tears can not negate, the fear will resonate, no-one can dissipate, the word I’ve come to hate.

To dad. With love

2011: 07/04
CATEGORY: Music
Poetry
Random ramblings
TAGS: Lifehouse
Music
Poetry
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