She was two
Her daddy would bring her balloons everyday when he came home
He would write something cute or draw a funny picture
Nothing made her smile bigger
Then one day a little boy was born,
Daddy's new pride and joy
He started bring balloons for the boy
So the little girl was forgotten.
She's five now
Her mommy would read her stories every night before bed
She told tales of princesses and dragons
Then the little boy took mommy away
She no longer had time for her daughter
Now she's fifteen
Those memories were history
Her parents wondered why she spent her time
Locked away in her room
Blasting music
Barely even speaking
They're left wondering where they went wrong
The little boy tries to be her friend
He doesn't know why she doesn't like him
He didn't know how much small things meant to her
Daddy's balloons and mommy's stories
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
Ngẫu nhiênThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
