he sits in his bed at night, thinking about the little girl. the little girl he loved.
since the day of her birth, he adored everything she did. he loved being the one she trusted. loved being the one she looked up to.
loved being the one who shaped her.
she always looked at him with those beautiful hazel eyes, reflecting so much happiness, and that big smile on her face. he always looked back at her with proud eyes and an even bigger smile.
they were the two happiest humans on this earth. they loved every second of the day. mostly because they spent every second with each other.
that's all they needed: each other.
but what is he gonna do without her now?
how could he go out, lonely?
how could he smile, knowing that he wouldn't see her again?
how could he have just a single positive thought, realising he couldn't share them with her anymore?
how does he continue his life, without her by his side?
how could he?
so, he sits in his bed like every day, crying his eyes out.
he hopes it's just a dream, a nightmare to be honest, from which he'll wake up, lying in his bed with her sleeping peacefully right next to him.
but it isn't a dream. and he doesn't lie in bed. and she doesn't lie next to him.
she lies in a little coffin, six feet under.
a few miles away from his house.
he can't bear the distance.
physically and mentally.
he looks through his window and looks up at the sky.
"my beautiful baby girl, i'm gonna come. and then we'll be together forever."
that day they both met each other again, their smiles reappeared and they held on to each other to infinity.
the father and his little baby daughter.
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midnight poetry
Poetrythese are some of my thoughts and stories. written down in sleepless nights, published without second thoughts, if it's really a good idea to share them publicly. but i guess i've got nothing to lose.
