So..forever shall it will remain
unto thee..that she shall walk
the Earth for all of eternity..
Seeking solace from any and all
takers..so much like a feather
that forever and ever blows in
the wind..where all the little
girls that have lost their way
always seems to go..
From a push, to a shove..
Daddy, push me higher!
I so wish that I could soar
up to the heavens and then back
down to Hell..it's what has me
coming back to you for more..
You're just an Angel with wings
made of paper..You shall never
see the cold light that shines
from your Mother..Daddy is your
saviour..your mark and your maker..
So you still play with fire, matches
in your hand, sweat on your fingers,
a stale taste of afterbirth and salted
remains, that always and forever shall
be, your memory, of what it used to be..
A little girl who always seems to me..
to be looking for her father, never to
solve her bitter sweet mystery..
"Daddy, where are you?"
~~the end
By Rick Weber
May 11, 2013
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