Every childs laughter reminds me of the one that i thought to be mine.
every smiling face every bit of chatter from a little one leads me to think of who it was left behind.
Why do I feel so emotionaly unstable as if a part of me is not at home?
Why do I feel as though i have commited some kind of abandon? when D.N.A. said "to me she did not belong."
Why am I so mournful?
Why do I still feel so unclear?
Why am I still crying? wanting Karleigh Hope to be so near.
Why do I miss so much who I cant see?
Why do I so badly need to from her to hear?
Is it all just my imagination, or are these feelings that i feel for real?
Am I just holding on to what has gone terribly wrong, or am I wrong for having dissapeared?
I still see her beautiful face shining brightly, i can still hear her adorable laughter in my ears.
I still want to sing lulabies for her hold her close and tell her Daddy loves you dear.
I still want to change your diapers.
I want to be there when you ill.
I want to be the man who stands beside you .
I want to be your daddy still.
