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Blood Ties
Our blood is our only tie.
You are no longer the sun in my eyes.
Our only common bond is the last name that we share.
And the eyes that you gave me through genetics.
You are nothing to me.
I will never be your little girl again.
I hate you.
You are no longer my father.
And you will never tell me differently.
Because. . .
Our only common bond is the last name, the one that is mine as well as yours.
The green eyes that our Irish ancestors passed from them to you and then from you to me.
And our blood, the blood that runs boiling through our veins and into our hearts.
Your heart is cold.
While mine burns with fire.
Your mind is closed.
While mine is open.
I am the good.
You are the evil.
I am the blessing.
You are the sin.
I hate you and I will never call you dad ever again.[/font]
You are no longer the sun in my eyes.
Our only common bond is the last name that we share.
And the eyes that you gave me through genetics.
You are nothing to me.
I will never be your little girl again.
I hate you.
You are no longer my father.
And you will never tell me differently.
Because. . .
Our only common bond is the last name, the one that is mine as well as yours.
The green eyes that our Irish ancestors passed from them to you and then from you to me.
And our blood, the blood that runs boiling through our veins and into our hearts.
Your heart is cold.
While mine burns with fire.
Your mind is closed.
While mine is open.
I am the good.
You are the evil.
I am the blessing.
You are the sin.
I hate you and I will never call you dad ever again.[/font]
Published 20th Jul 2011
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4th Sep 2011 8:23am
I feel as though I am reading a poem about myself and my relationship with my father, thank you for writing this piece, I love it very, very much.
