Nothing made sense.
Not my father, no.
He was perfect,
Not capable of anything bad.
But here i was,
Holding on to my best friend,
One of the last time's I saw him.
I make a promise,
A promise i knew not must me broken,
Severed, like our bond.
A Bond Unbroken
By: thedoctorsrose10
This poem is about when my dad was going jail. I was seven. My dad was my best friend. We used to go to the movies all the time and we went out to eat a lot too. After he left, i wasn't able to see him again even though i promised he'd be the first person to see when he came out. Here i am, five years later, with a broken promise and only just got permission to see him.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 50 - Published: 5/1/2013 - id: 3121565
+ -
Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten
|
||||||