SmoothA Poem by Dhemilaverses to a song we've got no chorus toSmooth me over with sayings that my father spoke when I was younger You were looking through my greenish eyes before the alter I looked at you and said I more than hope we die long before this silly thing we have is dead
Paint me over in a modern way that hides your faded taste which I hate like the plastic doll you wanted me to have while I wait for the uniforms to tell me that you're gone and it is far too late for me to sing you one last song
Be a soldier and shield me even while you're not at home and guarding our three children you abandoned to go fight for nothing we ought to wonder why instead this life we thought we built ourselves has fallen right before our heads
Soon we offer sayings from our father's book unto our daughters for the girls and boys that we will say have stolen hours of precious time that we forgot to salvage from the years gone by where you were vacant more than I © 2009 DhemilaAuthor's Note
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