Sorry Dad.
I used to write about God
In all his glory
I praised him through poetry
I used to write about every beautiful thing
This life had to offer
And it made you so happy
But I gave it all up
To write for myself
Every secret I've kept
Everything I've never said but wish I had
Infects my poems
I know you'd never approve
I'm sorry
But I'm happy
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