a rose withers
night falls
the sky cries
thunder calls
a girl sits alone
in her room,waiting,
waiting for someone to call
the clock strikes midnight
still no call
why doesn't anyone ever call at all?
the clock strikes one o'clock
finally a call,
but not the call she wanted at all
"its your father"
*call ends*
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this is kinda a poem? please critique me and stuff and tell me what i could do better :))))
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