April 14, 2009
By Rachel B BRONZE, Trophy Club, Texas
Rachel B BRONZE, Trophy Club, Texas
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I squeeze my arms to hug him tighter
As I try desperately not to cry
He pries me off and says he doesn’t want me
And I just don’t know why

He gets in his car and drives away
Never bothering to even look back
I sit down in the middle of the sidewalk
And force my mind to back track

What could I have done to make him want to leave?
I ask myself to answer
But now he’s far away
And I can’t make time move any faster

You can’t believe some of the things you see
When you’re just seven years old
Your life is like a rainbow
Until someone steals your pot of gold

Six years later I get a call from some beggar who wants another shot
He said he was ready to “be there for me”
But I said “sorry but I’m just not”

I guess that I was the one who made him leave
And it blows my mind to say
That the only one who’s ever really seen me
Is taking me to meet a better day

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