Where are the days when you
called me baby,
held my hand, and looked
at the stars?
You said to my
eyes, there was no comparison,
full like your
lips along my skin.
I was your princess,
the little girl taken under
your wing and named
as yours.
What happened to the
promises you made,
buried along with every
ounce of feelings you
had for me?
Do you know that
I cared?
Do you know that I
held you while
you slept,
loving you with every
breath you took,
stroking your hair like a
mother strokes a child's?