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This Poetry پیپر وال might contain بیرو, باغ کی کارٹ, لان کی ٹوکری, wheelbarrow میں, ٹھیلا, باغ کی ٹوکری, and اینٹیں.
This is a little poem I wrote. I wrote it from my heart, mind, body, and soul. I hope آپ like it. تبصرہ if آپ can. :)
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
آپ were supposed to be a father to me.
آپ were supposed to love me.
آپ were supposed to care.
Yet, آپ didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to love their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
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I’m supposed to be happy.
I’m supposed to smile.
I’m supposed to laugh.
Yet, I can’t.
I can’t forget that he’s not here.
I can’t forget that he never was.
I can’t forget that he didn’t care.
آپ were supposed to be a father to me.
آپ were supposed to love me.
آپ were supposed to care.
Yet, آپ didn’t.
Forgive me if I don’t understand.
I thought father’s were supposed to love their little girls.
I thought they were supposed to be the dad that beat up their boyfriends.
I thought that I would have a father that loved me.
But, I don’t.
He doesn’t care.
He never will.
I’ve learned to forget him.
He’s no father to me.
He never was.
I’m happy now.
I can laugh and smile.
Even without you.
Dad.
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An گھنٹہ to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
یا the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that سال سے طرف کی year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
برداشت, ریچھ through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An گھنٹہ to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
یا the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that سال سے طرف کی year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
برداشت, ریچھ through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
"Grains of sand slip through your hands..."
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would آپ do?
Would آپ cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
یا go into silence until the very end...
Would آپ love the ones آپ hate the most یا be the person آپ hide?
Would آپ pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would آپ try and keep the sun from setting as your last دن ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else آپ say as آپ close your eyes.
"Test the sea rising at your feet, how far can you go..."
"Let the rain falling on your face, run into your eyes. Can you see the rainbow now, through the stormy skies?"
When آپ stare into my eyes
What do آپ see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and دکھائیں the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with دوستوں and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do آپ see that in my eyes?
Do آپ see me?
It's amazing what آپ can hide
Just سے طرف کی putting on a smile.
What do آپ see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and دکھائیں the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with دوستوں and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do آپ see that in my eyes?
Do آپ see me?
It's amazing what آپ can hide
Just سے طرف کی putting on a smile.
