Just let me go, I am not your son now
You leave too much, you see too much
Without me
Pain I am grieving
Pain that I am relieving
My heart can’t take another blow
In my room
In my tome
The place where I am sealed away
So now I sit here
So now I hit here
Crying the night away
I hope
I mope
Wishing for a way
To call you my own
To tell that you known
I can be your son
I am not your son by SweetApple
Author's Notes:
LOL ok last night. I just thought of a poem about what Aladdin felt like not to have a father when he was little.... This is probaly the worst poem I have every written... Well it is not that bad