My dimpled chin

by miracle   Jun 25, 2010


My dimpled chin,
the bastard child,
the living sin.

nothing thing he ever gave me
was my dimpled chi.
the littlest reminder,
of who he is and Ware hes been.

to the him that left...
me with my dimpled chin.
to all the little boys
leaving there children
an still believing there men

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  • 12 years ago

    by miracle

    Thanks babe lol

  • 12 years ago

    by Drawing a Blank

    Oh wow! That's some deep stuff right there! Wow, just...Let me gather my thoughts. I can't imagine how infuriating it must be, to have a father that walks out on you, but a constant reminder of him whenever you look into the mirror. This ended like a punch to the face - HIS face, and rightfully so, girl!

    5/5
    AWESOME write!

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