#DearDaddy

6 posts
  • worrywart 23w

    LET'S MAKE HOME ONCE AGAIN

    A thousand of promises has been broken,
    made with such warmth and endless love tokens,
    Oh Dear,you have started being loud and cold,
    How I wish I knew,those were only sweet lies draped with gold.
    I wish you could only see the damages you've caused,
    You trying to be sober and drinking again only made things worst.
    I wish you could see all the blazing flames in my eyes,
    and the never changing love in my heart inspite of your lies.

    "Can we once again turn this mess into home",
    Or do I always need to wander into the unknown.
    Left with deep scars and dark bruises in my heart,
    Lord bless me with strength to erase this part and give my life a brand new start.


    PS:I am mad at you but only my pen knows it.
    Let's again start living a life and make things worth it.
    Dear Daddy,inspite of all my rages you will always be my hero.
    You have always been the idol of my life,cause you've taught me how to start from the ZERO.


    ©worrywart

    @thebro.babe

  • __awkwardd__ 72w

    Collaboration with the song ALL I WANT ♥️

    Take me to the places where it doesn't remind me that it ended ,
    All I want is
    To see you from those innocent eyes again
    To tell you how i miss you every day,
    You make me better when
    you taught me not to done same mistakes you did,
    You took me to the places
    I can't find on earth
    Because that was inside you
    And miss those places
    I miss you!

    #RIP

    #deardaddy #selfwritten #writer #mirakee

    @adventurer_soul @ray_manjiyani @overdosed

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    Dear daddy!

    All I want is nothing more
    To hear you knocking at door
    'Cause if I could see your face once more
    I could die as a happy human I'm sure,

    When you said your last goodbye
    I died a little bit inside
    I lay in tears in bed all night
    Alone without you by my side,

    But If you loved me
    Why did you leave me?

    Take my body
    Take my pain
    Take me to the places where it doesn't remind me that it ended ,
    All I want is
    All I need is
    To find you again
    To see you from those innocent eyes again
    To tell you how i miss you every day,

    you brought out the best of me
    You make me better when
    you taught me not to done same mistakes you did,

    A part of me I'd never seen
    You took my soul wiped it clean
    You took me to the places
    I can't find on earth
    Because that was inside you
    And miss those places
    I miss you!

  • overly_thinking 135w

    I wrote this letter from a place of hurt, frustration, vulnerability and a means of self therapy of sorts. I don't know if this is relatable or anything but hear is real censored pain. Yes censored pain...


    @writersnetwork #daddy #letter #pain #regrets #accuse #love #issues #writingtherapy #therapy #dark #deardaddy #pod

    Istillcareactually.

    P. S. It took days for me to finally post this. Weeks actually so um here it is.

    I'll probably delete this soon or something.

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    Dear Daddy,

    I try to remember the days when I felt safe to talk to you. When I say safe I mean not feeling like I would be judged and lectured to. I also try to remember the days when I could have a decent conversation with you that didn't involve you accusing me and me defending myself. I want to remember those days so badly, at least I'll know that back then I wasn't just hallucinating. But the funny thing is that I can't remember that time at all but deep inside I know it happened. It's almost as if that part of my life was just wiped clean from my memory.

    Why I'm really writing this though is to ask you if one day you could just, I don't know… listen to me? There are so many times I just want a daddy to speak to but it would almost be like talking to a wall. The only difference is that I know that a wall wouldn't answer but it's sad how I'll always except you to be able to talk to and then respond in a way that isn't judgemental, lecturing or accusing.

    They say your daddy should be a girl's first love but that missed me because I don't know what that thing is. Love. Is it a concept or a theory? You know what the saddest part is I don't think it makes sense to wait for the 'perfect guy' because I have this strange feeling that no matter what I'll choose the wrong guy because I was probably looking for love in the wrong places.

    Daddy I just really want to talk to you. I hate that I always have to turn to music to cry on it's shoulder instead of yours. I hate that I have to turn to writing to wipe my tears instead of your hands. Is it too much to ask… daddy?

    I've always been a simple girl. You always seem to believe that you providing for me in materialistic ways is a lot and I should always appreciate it no matter what but no I don't crave for that. I crave for you to hold me and tell me you love me not because you're obligated to. I crave for you to tell me I'm beautiful not because you think I need it or want to hear it. I crave for you to sit and listen to me because you're truly interested in knowing who I'm becoming.

    Late.

    Daddy you're too late to know all this because I'm over you. I don't care anymore. I don't care if you want to learn about me, talk to me or listen to me. You're too late daddy.

    It's sad that we live under the same roof but it's like we live on continents on either ends of the earth. It's also sad that you didn't know I always fantasied about killing myself while you breathed down my neck because of my mistakes. I miss you daddy but it's too late for sorrys and regrets. I mean… you won't ever read this letter anyway unless by someway that I can't control, you see this letter but just know that if you see this… I don't care anymore.

    ~ The Product of Your Fertilisation.

    ©overly_thinking

  • masquerade_of_afrodite 145w

    Dear Daddy

    And the sky had worn the nighted garment with each melanoid flounce full of flickering stars. Under the shade of this peaceful canopy amplified by cricket's chirp which added to its beauty amid this burn blue against the silver lunar My father sat on half done lintel facing the moon and it felt like he was the receptacle filling with the silver aqua drizzling from the heavenly fountain. He was dominated by strong feelings of satisfaction that by the grace of Him, he was able to build a safe Haven for his wife and children. Dear father I pray, may you live a thousand , a thousand thousand years for me and for us.
    Love you with crimson heart.
    Love,

  • srmthepoet 156w

    Dear Daddy

    I never really knew how to be what you wanted me to be or what that even was. I didn't know how to be normal. I only ever knew how to be me.
    ©srmthepoet

  • ritoja_paul 189w

    STORY

    "Dad, which hotel serves the best Chicken Rezala ?"
    "Sabir in Chandni Chowk".
    "And your favorite stop for Chicken Biriyani"
    "Shiraz".
    "Who drove the truck you owned faithfully for 33 years?"
    "Zakir Ahmed".
    " You love eating from shops run by Muslims, that man gave his entire life at your service then why do still hate Muslims?"
    Dad couldn't figure out an answer.
    "Why is the religion of the person in my love story is given more emphasize then of the fact that he is a Human first. "
    Dad makes a face and walks away.

    ©ritoja_paul