The Victim

All the while I thought I was his love-child … but I guess all I thought was just a dream, a dream that never existed after all – a dream that never occurred even when I was a child. All was a fraud, everything was then a make believe … an acting!

Sad but true. I guess that’s how reality works, and YES reality hurts … so much!

I couldn’t think of anything to do, how to react and so-on and so forth … right now, what’s lingering my mind, body and soul, is that “I’m in so much pain, I’m hurting like hell.

But what is there to do, words were spoken and clearly heard … the damage has been done … I’m wreck with the truth … the truth that I’m not his love-child … I’m not his favorite … I’m not daddy’s gurl – I never was and I guess, I never will L

After all that’s been said and done, all goes down to one thing … there’s a victim … who else, ME!

Where is love?

Does it fall from skies above?

Is it underneat the willow tree

That I've been dream of?

Where is she?

Who I close my eyes to see?

Will I ever know the sweet "hello"

That's only meant for me?

Who can say where she may hide?

Must I travel far and wide?

'Til I am bedside the someone who

I can mean somethin to ...

Where...?Where is love?

Who can say where...she may hide?

Must I travel...far and wide?

'Til I am beside...the someone who

I can mean...something to...

Where?Where is love?