What's missing.

I barely know you,

..and here I am writing poems to you.

One's you'll never read.

It's the thought that counts though right?

That missing part in my life is you.

I think the biggest part of becoming a woman is your father.

Not my step dad,

My real dad.

The one I look like, talk like, and act like.

Even though he's just a stranger I still do things like him.

I try to remember..

I do sometimes but mostly it 's gone.

I wish he would have left more behind,

Like things to help me with my first boy crush, boyfriend, heartbreak.

To watch me grow up and tell me he's proud of me.

Dad, you're that missing part of me.

I guess I just wanna be daddy's little girl..

The End

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