we were rightfully yours
children and fathers gather our hearts remain a shatter into fours an easy good bye we today ask why maybe it's legit excuses or just simply the truth we can't call it a truces you abandoned our youth time for exposure we demand closure no lunches, no events no visits, no conscience with no intents to pull close very distant when needed the most we stayed persistent in our pursuance and the results of your absence child hood truance our hearts seemed to never mend and if we said "I love you" how fake and pretend cant let things continue unfinished when glancing in the mirror we all a split image the present emotions, very unexplained beyond words mental scars and pains our hearts still shattered at no restore will it remain still scattered into fours?