Just A Sperm Donor

we were rightfully yours

children and fathers gather
our hearts remain a shatter

into fours

an easy good bye
we today ask why

maybe it's legit excuses
or just simply the truth

we can't call it a truces
you abandoned our youth

time for exposure
we demand closure

no lunches, no events
no visits, no conscience

with no intents to pull close
very distant when needed the most

we stayed persistent in our pursuance
and the results of your absence
child hood truance

our hearts seemed to never mend
and if we said "I love you"
how fake and pretend

cant let things continue unfinished
when glancing in the mirror
we all a split image

the present emotions, very unexplained
beyond words
mental scars and pains

our hearts still shattered
at no restore

will it remain still scattered
into fours?