Night After Night
By Lime
A father, a daughter a daugter, a father like thunder and lightening, like sun and rain. Two people, alike yet separated like a serated edge that cuts their hearts His bloodshot eyes look beyond his hate, to the daughter of his dreams so pretty and smart and above all, normal. For this daughter is not 'lippy' nor does she retialiate back She wears her hair right And always smiles sweetly The real daughter looks at him, the father of her nightmares, so hateful and critical and disloyal to the words "i love you" He staggers, he stumbles, his putrid breath stinging her soul, the same curled lips snarling at her the massive, worn hand waving menacingly She cowers, she cries, but nothing changes as an almost eery silence evolves, merely waiting for the next night. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 05:35 AM PST 0 • 1
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"A father, a daughter..."