Him
You loathe the way it makes you feel,
To know that this could never be real,
But when your eyes lock the feeling’s surreal,
Why now has my first love been revealed...
Day by day I hear his voice,
It rings in my ears as I rejoice,
Then I’m pulled back in to the lair of death,
Where I plead relentlessly for what I know will come next.
My father’s upset, I hold back my cries,
No more regrets, we’ll try to hide,
Why do I want this thing so bad,
When I have a controlling, sorry, protective dad.
No need to fret, I love to lie,
I just could never forget, I really tried,
For me this feeling transcends any threat,
That's what my father just can not get.
My face is bruised,
But this man runs loose,
Around my mind,
I know that it’s for real this time.
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