Daddy never called her princess.
Never did he pick her up to place upon his shoulder.
Once in a blue moon.
He picked up a check.

He did not like cake.
Or blowing out candles.
That he made clear.

Little girl longed for loving arms.
She found them in lover after lover.
She needed to be loved.
She always loved too much or too little.

Lovers lips made her feel less alone.
She ****** strangers so the bed wouldn’t lay cold.
So maybe one day someone can finally stay.