The Girl He’s Holding Hands With

One day I felt bad,

of having caught my dad.

He was with another girl,

and that broke my heart,

thinking my mom would get hurt.

He was the greatest man,

the man I have ever known,

to be a loving father

to his wife, sons and daughter.

In one single moment,

all I believed to be him,

vanished in a blink.

My heart was filled with sadness,

of anger, hatred and weariness.

I went wild and rebellious,

my mind so anxious.

“I hate him!”

My heart and mind cried.

Seeing him getting blind

from that pretentious beauty

of evil that ruined my family.

He turned around,

looked at me weeping,

put away her hand, he was then awakened

from that wicked spell of temptation.

He grabbed my face,

and with his hands he wiped my tears.

Went on his knees,

asking for forgiveness.

“No, I won’t!”, a loud shout from the inside,

maybe ’twas my heart or could be my mind.

How could I forgive him?

It’s not that easy, thinking,

of the woman he’ll be hurting.

Who loved him for years.

It would prick my heart

seeing her in tears.

How could that girl his holding hands with

pretend to come like an angel?

And yet she became evil,

stepping in on this family full of happiness,

creating fire and turning our trusts into ashes.

How could I gain back the trust

to the father I respect so much?

To the girl that I thought

to be a sister with the comfort and happiness she brought?

My father never knew her personally.

For them she only exists in my story.

Until I set up a date

for me to introduce them and meet.

I never had the idea,

of that the man in her stories

that she wanted me to see that day,

the man that she said she loved

was my dearest FATHER!

And that girl…

That girl he’s holding hands with

was my BEST FRIEND whom I call sister!

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