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?