A girls best friend would always be her father, it's a fact
I can't change it, but yes, I can cry or just act,
I was never given chance to call him dad,
I am so surprised, grumbled and glad,
the nights, where my tears ran away to embrace the pillow,
I was not able to handle myself, because I was feeling too low,
the pretended fake smiles and the thorn filled battles that I had to bear,
I know I was not the one, but always it was rare,
I got most of things, but still when I see the mirror, when I see myself deep inside then i feel incomplete again,
this invisible relationship with the heaven was always a disguised pain,
I never knew my dad, tall or short, harsh or soft, cool or rude,
but always had that dream, to call him dude,
no one ever understood the thirst inside me for the love of a dad,
only me, who making me cuddle with lies like mad,
all special days I would be writing something about someone,
but on father's day I never got memories to fill up the pain,
everytime I see my friends with their father,
I just tear my broken heart even deeper,
I never touched him, I never saw him, I...