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My Three Fathers Ch 1The only thing I could actually remember was the first and last visit of my father. I don't know if I had more than one. My mother didn't approve of me since I just turned 10. She started to turn berserk for some odd reason, and treating me as I wasn't her own. Child abuse. That was her way of showing affection towards me. Yep, I lived a wonderful childhood. But the strangest feeling of all is that I felt like I was being watched. Not like a stalker, but more like someone was out there to get me, perhaps kill me. There would be this dark feeling, submerging from the shadows. As if it swallows me whole.
Like falling off out of place, I wake up with a smack of floor meeting face. I got up and rub my face. I look around and then all those memories fall back again. 'Oh yes, I remember now.' After brushing myself off, I make my bed (couch) and then walk to the bathroom to prepare myself for the day. Every time I enter myself into the bright white room, where cold air meets me, I always get
Wanna Know You(I saw you over there,
I didn't mean to stare
But my mind was everywhere,
I wanna know you)
Ok, so I went to see a movie with my sister
I wasn't expecting much since I can't remember the third one
But when I saw you,
I couldn't stop staring
My mind tugged on me
But a question says to me, "I wanna know you."
(Gonna guess that you're kind,
To say what's on your mind
But you listen when I got something to show you)
Every guy I know, except that one villain
Is kind, but that's my opinion
Whatever is on your mind, you speak
But with a different and unique way
(There's a mark above your eye,
you got it in July
you're fighting for your sister's reputation)
I didn't know much about you
So I guess your reputation is stable
(I wanna go there, where you go
I wanna find out what you know
and maybe someday down the road,
I'll sit back and say to my self, 'yeah I thought so')
After seeing you once,
I wanted to see you again
I wanna go wherever you go
I want to know whatever you know
I wanna know you
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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