Monday, December 24, 2007
he dropped by my home yesterday but i wasnt home
he brought us our christmas presents
i'm glad i wasnt home
i'm not sure if i will be able to face him with a smile
i'm not certain if i would be able to hold back those tears
i opened the present he gave
pencil, ruler, eraser, sharperner
for a kid
how long i've waited
since i was a little child
i've waited...
i've waited so long i've forgotten...
i thought it will never come
yet its here
a simple gift from him to his little child
late it may be,
i'm still happy its from him
all these months i pushed him out of my mind
i didnt want to think about him
the thought of him brings back awful memories
memories i didnt want to remember
once they brought fear
then they brought anger
now they bring about sadness and pain
i dont want to see him
i dont want to meet up with him
but i miss him
i want to see how he's doing now
does his leg and back still hurt?
is he taking good care of himself?
does he know that he's forgiven?
but when i see him i've got to put on a emotionless facade
i would not show him i care about him
its so difficult.
it really is.
pencil . ruler . eraser
you're late
but you're here.
m e s m e r i s e d 10:05 PM
