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By CJ King Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Aug 10 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.10.00.46.11097]] |
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She is only fifteen But still waits like a waif Wonders what you will be like How the stars will align The angels will sing And all will change Everything. Once you see What a beauty she is Inside, outside And underneath The brightened exterior She puts on at times While waiting for you, even 8 years later. The compliments I get About her sweetness, her presence, her kindness Have nothing to do with me, really, I say But I will tell you something for sure None of it has a damn thing to do with you. You have grown her up before her time And despite being both mother and father myself There is still a void I see forming The absence, the foregone birthdays The nothing, nothing, nothing About you, of you, from you. We all get there, but she Is getting there before her time Her belief in men has been vacuumed out Of her very soul, in spite of me. She's almost there, because of you. At fifteen. Jaded. |