What if you stayed sober forever?
What if the alcohol on the dresser
stayed full?
Would things be different?
Would your love still be sufficient?
What if the weed
Was all you ever need?
Would you come home high everynight?
Should I prepare myself for a big fight?
How do I put an end to this?
To the nights I stay up waiting for my goodnight kiss
Listening to you and mama
battle it out through all the drama.
Do you still love me dad?
Was it me that got you mad?
Or was it my fault for making you sad?
Why do you do this to us?
We have faith but no trust.
I want you back, I really miss those nights.
I want you back, I really miss those tickle fights.
I miss giving you cards on fathers day.
I still kneel by my bedside and pray,
That one day, Things will change,
But deep down I know things will stay the same.
I love you alot; you have no clue.
But I promise I'll never turn out to be like you.
Author notes
From when I was six.
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- Your Life by Taylor Renee.
100 points, ended September 30, 2007, 20 entries
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....Um...do I have this right or am I an idiot? From when you were SIX? You wrote this at six? Or thought of it when you were six...?
Because if yes, I am completely jealous. Of that talent, I mean.
This was written really well, though the flow could be a little bit better, it still was really good. The only real error I found was alot should be a lot
But a lot of people dont know that 
Sorry, I'm being horribly nit picky. I don't mean to sound mean or anything. None of that stupid grammer and spelling crap judges my contests I see potential, and that's how someone wins my contests.
This was very sad, and I almost wanted to cry. Evem though I cannot relate completely to this, I can imagine. And I don't like it.
Goood job writing this, though. I wish you the best of luck in my contest, and thanks for entering!
xoxo
Taylor
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Nice poem and very well written. Although fortunately it isn't something that I can directly associate with I see how others might.
I liked how you addressed the questioning of a child and how you portrayed the child’s feeling that it might be their fault. You’ve really taken all the feelings into account with this piece.
Well done. -
aww. reminds me of my dad..
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