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Trying to run with the bleeding feet,
Not knowing how life is going to be,
Its hard to keep up the faith,
May be cause already experienced what the worst looks like.
Standing in the mid way now,
With vision so blurred,
Even though its been six months,
Not even a single day went without missing you.
The whole scenario still dance around in front of eyes,
The flash of terrible day never steps back in haunting again n again.
With a lump in throat,
If at times get caught while thinking of you,
With wet eyes and faded smile,
I stupidly try to hide it all.
I know its too late to let you know,
You are the best father one could ever have,
I know its too late to apologize,
For being the worst daughter.
.
Not knowing how life is going to be,
Its hard to keep up the faith,
May be cause already experienced what the worst looks like.
Standing in the mid way now,
With vision so blurred,
Even though its been six months,
Not even a single day went without missing you.
The whole scenario still dance around in front of eyes,
The flash of terrible day never steps back in haunting again n again.
With a lump in throat,
If at times get caught while thinking of you,
With wet eyes and faded smile,
I stupidly try to hide it all.
I know its too late to let you know,
You are the best father one could ever have,
I know its too late to apologize,
For being the worst daughter.
.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
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