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Another poem I wrote and the title is “That Disney life”

[]I always wanted that Disney life
The daughter and father bond type
Like Mulan and Hua Zhou or Tiana and James
I watch how fathers dance with their daughters
and how daughters look up to their father’s
But life is no fairy tale because instead of Prince Charming breaking my heart my own father did before any other man could
I know I’m not his only child but at least show some respect to your daughter
The day you dropped me off in anger
I hoped your anger would turn into regret
And maybe just maybe
you would apologize for what you have done and said
But days turned into months and months turned into years.
I was 10 when that happened.
I’m almost 17
I’m not a kid anymore, I’m a teenager
I’m smart enough to understand that he abandoned me
And the choice my father made he surly does not regret
And that’s something I will never forget
But I have made mistakes too along the way of desperation
Because all along I had someone that wanted that Disney life
They also wanted that father and daughter bond type
While I was so busy craving my own fathers love and not receiving it someone else was trying to give it
But I was so blinded by the love I was trying to get I pushed away the love I was already getting
So that’s to my step dad
Someone who came in my life like the fairy’s in sleeping beauty
You woke me up from that deep sleep
You gave me that kiss on the cheek
The fatherly love my own father couldn’t give me
So in my eyes I did get that Disney life
But every fairytale must come to an end
So no more Disney life, no more stepdad
Instead it’s just me
At least I can say I experienced that Disney life
Because some are still waiting for that kiss on the cheek.[/quote]
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"While I was so busy craving my own fathers love and not receiving it someone else was trying to give it"

That's it. Thanks.

We have to be open, ready to receive. Love is always trying to find us.

One of my own poems, written long ago:-

Love is where you give the most
No inner warmth or starry host
Eternal, waiting to be caught
Waiting for the words "I ought".

All our lives spent searching for
A roaring wind, a Holy Law,
When our love, all the while,
Was in a word or in a smile.


As I see it, that is how we give, and how we receive.

 
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