[COLOR=blue][FONT=Times] I see a perfect girl
Blond flower hair and long eyelashes
The perfect daughter
She has a perfect business father
And between them is the special bond only fathers and daughters can have
Yet the only bond I see between us
Is your hand and my face
And that never seemed special to me

I have buckets of roses
Some the deepest Nigerian red
Some the color of golden sunflowers
They are dried
And antique with beauty
I have so many roses
That some have to be packed away
Inside brown boxes in my room

As a child I would cower at the sight of you
I think you loved me to hide
Because now that I no longer cower
Your anger has increased by multitudes
When we are out I always hope it will be a special father/daughter trip
But all I see
Is your iris's bounce from girl to girl
And a tear can not help but to escape my eyes
Because I know
You would trade any of those girls for me
Our father daughter relationship
Consists of yelling fits
Till my screams are silenced
By your swinging fists

You always give me roses
To compensate for the bruises on my face and arms
I have buckets of roses
Some the deepest Nigerian red
Some the color of golden sunflowers
I have so many roses
That I have to pack some away
Inside of brown boxes in my room

I always dread receiving roses

that is just amazing

i love your poetry

I agree with Kim.

What an exquisite, profoundly-moving, well and wisely-written poem!

I am terribly and wonderfully impressed, my friend and fellow poet.

Here is an illustration that good poetry needn't rhyme to pack a solid punch. Once again, I am moved enough by your poetry to wish I could know more about you.

thank you everyone. i am always flattered by the comments that i recieve on this sight and it certainly encourages me. ummm why did the font and color i want not show up?....i should really learn more about computers.....
~krystyna