Sometimes I dream
that we are best friends.
I wait for you to come and tuck me in,
and read me a bedtime story.
Anticipation fills my young heart.
but as the minutes turn to hours,
and hours turn to days,
I can see that you aren't coming.
I'm just a kid, but I'm not stupid.
I just wish you'd make up your mind,
so that every night before I sleep,
I can get your face out of my mind.
Please come home tonight.
My heart is shattered and beaten.
I miss how it used to be, just me and you.
You used to put me on your knee,and
tell me that i was the prettiest girl in the whole world.
The last time we talked
you told me we were coming home.
My heart was full of misplaced hope,
and i awaited your return.
Yet again your lies outweigh the truth,
and i lay once again, alone in my room,
listening for the sounds of
your footsteps on the stairs.
Please come home, daddy, come home for me.
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