I forget you now.

It can’t be bought by money,
Or persuaded at all.
It doesn’t pause or stumble,
Even when you think it’s
Going to crumble.
There is no state of temperature,
Though maybe things seem hot.
The substance is smooth,
Like my favorite winter-time drink.
Love is not defined by DNA,
No not one bit.
Because he turned his back on me,
And he thought he could buy my love with money and lifeless things.
But all she wanted was a comforting tone,
And treasures of sweet forgivings.
Daddys are supposed to love unconditionally, right?


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