Dear P

R.i.p.

 

Words cant describe what kinda relationship we had,

i loved my daddy,

so much i keep a birthday card from him be-side my bed,

but life has been brazy,

but know ive been thinkin about you lately,

in and out is how you went,

but all of our weekends we would spend,

theres just somethings you can't pretend,

moving from home to home,

never even talked on the telephone,

you can't see how much i've grown,

many ups and downs,

different sights different sounds,

i cant even remember the last time we hung out at the play ground,

Wasnt there when i was high school bound,

wont be there when im college bound,

never taught me to shave or be a man,

i didnt grow up with a brother nor a dad,

kinda sad but as the saying goes

shit happens for a reason,

it gets better was what i started to believe in

but 3 months after i was still grievin.

and i havent seen my brother since 3-4 and my dad

since 5-6

 

 

dear papa,