My Dad Loved Bread | April 13, 2025 (09:21 AM) |

i don't want to die soon,

make me immortal.

dad's guitar seems lonely,

will he call me to play "everything i own"

why does mom seem so sad?

there's a word "love", is it that?

is Thalia coming around?

was it yesterday when she was in this house?

then my mom spoke so loud,

"her or me and your children"

is dad going somewhere else?

"her" he said, is it a vacation?

i ran in, and he carried me

it's the first love i had and give.

dad had this smile and played his fave band.

i hate death but i'm not scared, 

maybe i want to always feel this young.

when you said you had to pretend,

his farewell played the sound of Bread.

now it came back to my head,

my dad's love was the first pretend.

i hate death and now i'm scared, 

that i'll always be young.

i longed for dad's love for years and years,

no wonder i chase your love so severe.

thinking i could change the finished stories,

became a writer to manipulate all theories.

it's all fury and i'm always in a hurry.

will i always be young?

used to play wedding-pretend

fantasy i wish i never had bent

reality seems harsh to me,

didn't think i need to guess.

i told you about him,

you swore not to copy.

you held me for years in,

one day you didn't choose me.

i cry to Bread and think about it.

all the boys i love are good in pretend.

they never meant whatever they said,

i never meant to be all that's left.

it's like all the effort are flowing down the riverbank,

it takes all fake scenes to impress me instead.

and i'm more scared,

i'll always bend reality to think it's all pretend.

make me immortal,

but i don't want to always be young.

the older that i get,

the closer i am to Bread.

oh men, i saw it from the start.

accident-prone, my heart.

it's so romantic, being loved

yet it rhymes to tragic, so a writer can always match them up.

romantic, tragic

great scents, big pretend.

and, it broke my heart when you had it said

since when did the man i love know how that felt.

i could never ever bring myself to pretend,

'til i remember dad's love started it.