Missing a Daddies love
I knew my Daddy once, except I didn't really know Him.
He broke My heart twice and then He did it again,
Yet My arms still reach out to Him, or at least where He once stood, longing for His return.
My heart is screaming and My mind is sobbing.
When He does not return, I am Stoic and seemingly Uncaring.
I look for a Daddy in every Man I meet.
There is never a replacement.
My heart is Broken, yet My Faith remains in the One Father that loves me unconditionally.
When I think I am evil or unloveble, He loves Me greatly.
Unlike the Man in Man-kind
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