Untold Story


My life consist of untold stories,

But this one story is sad, not to egregious, but makes me mad.

This story stuck with me to create my past.

Should I go along or start a new path?

These melancholic memories seem so longevity that I keep holding on.

But then its that light shinning down telling me to move on.



The day he left me I felt like debris,

But then i remembered he was still apart of me.

The light shinning down was telling me to continue my dream.

I will indeed and also succeed. WIthout nobody to try and stop me!


Even though i cant hear him say good morning daughter everyday.

He still influence me each and everyway. 

He will always be in my heart and nothing in this world will tear us apart.

One of my untold stories has just been told.



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