Steem poets and poetry readers, do you ever blame your mistakes on anyone else?
Why didnt you show up,
Its like alone again
You know even if i told you,
I wouldnt know where to begin
Isnt it a sin, to leave your kid again..
Yet it looks so easy where the hell have you been
I get alone now you know we've never been good friends..
Thanks Dad...
Note to reader The image is of my feather pen, also called a quill.