The Window

June 14, 2011
By xxcoleyxox BRONZE, Wilmington, Massachusetts
xxcoleyxox BRONZE, Wilmington, Massachusetts
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I remember the last kiss upon my cheek,
that last hug that lasted forever.
The door shut, and he was gone.
My mom laid me down and sang me a song.

She kissed me goodnight and promised,
she wouldn't leave too.
That night he left,
he never second guessed, the daughter and the life,
he put in his past.

I woke in the morning to a playground of boxes.
Presents all around, I'm a princess,
they say.
But how can I be a princess,
when there's only a mistress?

Each year a different window,
still he didn't come.
I'm grown now,
things never change.
I know better that I did when I was a kid.
So when I woke up this morning,
I covered the window.



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