I. Fake my laughs.
Why. They're my masks.
Grave of the latchkey kid.
When. Listening to her wail.
I. Lost my trail.
Grave of the latchkey kid.
A question. Apart we're crumbling?
A thought. My guts, weeping.
Grave of the latchkey kid.
Doubt. The stocks of promises.
Fear. Left only tears.
Grave of the latchkey kid.
A will. The past, transcending.
A hope. The future, merging.
Grave of the latchkey kid.
Our love, keep blooming.
And God, willing.
Pray of the latchkey kid.
Love,
your only daughter.
Tuesday March 2010, 4.05 am
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