Forgive me for locking you out of this room;
wanting to be alone in winter’s dark womb.
muffled cries, coming from a phantom crib;
an image veiled in blue, wearing a funny bib.
I can't bear to carry, what's yet to live inside,
if I say “it doesn’t matter", you know I lied.
this room's more costly as years goes by;
bitterness needs to be fed, sorrow sucks dry.
Daily I wake a dream that is long since dead,
loved ones pray I’ll have a burial in its stead.
don't mean to ignore you as I quietly peruse;
looking for little outfits I’ll never get to use.
On empty walls Pooh and Tiger dance in delight;
then suddenly lie still, shrouded in chalky white.
imaginations coming to life, I shall never see;
slaying monsters, drying tears, will never be.
Christmas morning, as I tiptoe across the hall;
trip over trucks, army men, a bat and baseball.
dawns on me, you've been in this room all along,
look up from the little bed, I see that you belong.
now that you're here with me, I have a final plea;
lock this door behind us and throw away the key!




nice write heather or MissIndependent!








Yeaa..I know I'm sorta a spaz but this was really good. Keep up the awesome work! I lovedd it!
Tori

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