where are you
father where have you gone
why did you leave your only son
the one who had a gun
pointed at the sun
mother why did you not love me
a child and mother bond is a dove
made purely of love
never did i ever have such luck
im all alone where i am at
no one gives a rat
tonight i sleep on the mat
that i had to call my shame
because my soul is dame
its blane and hollow
just like the 7 swallows
- chris
do not make negative comments if don't have anything to say that retains to this don't even say it. by the way poetry counts as fanfic because it tells a story
father where have you gone
why did you leave your only son
the one who had a gun
pointed at the sun
mother why did you not love me
a child and mother bond is a dove
made purely of love
never did i ever have such luck
im all alone where i am at
no one gives a rat
tonight i sleep on the mat
that i had to call my shame
because my soul is dame
its blane and hollow
just like the 7 swallows
- chris
do not make negative comments if don't have anything to say that retains to this don't even say it. by the way poetry counts as fanfic because it tells a story
