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A lonely little girl, never given the chance to have a loving father to support and comfort her, creates a friend out of the small little remaining pieces of her spared imagination, and she believes he was the better father to her than her father.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 108 - Published: 09-05-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3055962
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you lie awake
waiting for the one
to call you
'my daddy'
i lie awake
wondering when someone
would love me more
than my father ever did
your hands caress me
no matter how big i was
you rock me with your gentle swaying
your gentle words
and your gentle eyes
as they sparkle like the moon and stars
i can see the night in your eyes
as you sing me off to slumber land
and i lie asleep
with a pat on my body
with a kiss on my head
and you smile
knowing that i would gladly call
you my father
even if you weren't real
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