He may never pick me a dandelion
It's a challenge for him to give a kiss
He doesn't ask for help
Or trust when offered advice
He doesn't listen to answers I give
He would rather ask others instead
He wants to tie his own shoes
And takes a million years to get ready for school
He sneaks, lies, lurks
Looking, watching, but missing
He only shows emotion when angry
Or when served dessert
He rarely connects with anyone
Unless it's in a superficial way
He lives to annoy
And gets annoyed with everything
Many don't see it, or understand
They see his cute smile, or silly laugh
And think everything is ok
I know somewhere deep down he does love
But fear pushes love aside
Praying time and understanding will eventually break the cycle
Then, we both can feel.
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