Isn’t She Lovely
I’ve always been more of a daddy’s girl
Playing Bambi beneath the couch cushions
Or running from a giant thumping up the stairs
Watching the rain from the garage
Squeals and laughter
Wishing on stars
If I still believed in fairytales
Like father-daughter dances at weddings
I would wish for him
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The quiet longing at the end really lands. Beautifully done.