Melissa M Lint

Im sorry

You took the picture’s of you’re daughter’s,
Out of you’re wallet and kissed them night,
Just like every other night,
You cryed  on the inside all the time,
Sorry I couldn’t take your pain away,
All I have are the memorys,
I’m sorry I did not go down to check on you,
They say only the good die young.

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