Broken, you are Sir

Written by: Silent Poet Sarah

I will compare you to my Father
Not because I'm impressed
Not because I'm depressed
Or, feel empty without it
I do care, but you're getting on my nerves!
Nagging about how I'm your life
I don't buy it
I don't want it
It's no good to me
Would I buy a broken guitar?
would it play my favorite songs without strings?
It's broken
Fix it then and stop complaining!
But, you won't, Full of promises
They're all lies and they're said to my innocent eyes
Can you stop!
That lock near your breast does haunt me
It doesn't come with a key
I wish it did!