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Let Your Words Flow
From Deep Within.
Let The Ink Smear Across The Page
From The Tip Of Your Pen.

Feel Every Emotion,
Hold Every Feeling.
Entice The Reader's Eye's,
As They Skip Along Every Line,
Dancing.

Then
Once Your Story
Sadly Reaches
It's End.

Leave The Readers,
Locked Within.
Forever Immortalizing,
The Words Your Heart Bled.
Just a quick write...kinda similar to With This Pen
But in a different direction
Sarah Stephenson Apr 2015
I was very young, when I first faced change.
A life altered by someone else's mistake.
I hid the tears and the worry, but the pain still lingered
And it left in no hurry

You ran willingly out of my life,
Just as fast as you ran in.
I watched you run straight out the door,
There was no turning back.

You left us all unsure.
Where were you tonight?
Were you alright?
Were you thinking of all the missed “good nights”?

A little girl just sitting at her window,
Hoping and praying to see that truck pull in,
park where it used to be,
Where its always been...

And it never came,
No it never does...
So all that's left is the memory...
Of what your love used to be.

They say you have to lose to realize what you had,
but I lost everything and all I see is the bad.
Are you lost out there?
Are you tryin to come home?


Did you want to leave us here, without you, all alone?
No explanations...its complicated...you're just a little frustrated
That's all you had to say, before you made your way
Lost in your own world, you have left your little girl.

Daddy, will you ever come home?
You just miss more each day that I grow.
Will you come home? This I need to know
because I am growing tired and I need to let go...

— The End —