So we were given the word Confusion and were told to write a poem about it....This is mine....yeah
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Her eyes are one he'll never forget,
His contrasted her confusion with regret.
His bags in the trunk, his hand on the handle,
When she ran out with nothing but a toy and a candle.
Her tears and cries of Daddy "please stay,"
Haunt his mind both night and day.
And now he wishes he had stayed to try,
'Cause then he never would have seen his little girl cry.
