He didn't see me.
We lived in the same house and I was his little girl but he didn't see me. I called him dad but he didn't see me. He put my lunch money on the table but he didn't see me.No matter what I did he didn't see me.When he was life flighted to the hospital inside I cried and screamed but he didn't see me.At his funeral I kissed his head but he didn't see me.Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| How could he be in heaven when he killed me? | 2 | 03/28/2010 |
| My mind is a blind slate. | 1 | 03/28/2010 |
| The day they took me away. | 0 | 03/28/2010 |
| Who am I out there? | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| The day I died | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| He was Just out of Jail | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| He didn't see me. | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| Mrs. Tar is dead | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| I see the Light. | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
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