Guilt

Guilt is the word regret and deceit flood my heart as I look at my daughter and what could of been Guilt is the feeling At the window bottom she sits waiting for me to come it's not going to happen as my mistress is home What could have been? Blonde hair, Blue eyes So patiently she waits for her dad the one who she adores but does not know How could I leave her? Walking the dark cold streets I see her face in my head Them big glazed eyes Brings a lump to my throat What have I missed out on? Into this woman she blossoms making decisions of her own leaving me behind asking questions Why wasn't I there for her? Guilt is the feeling regret and deceit flood my heart as she moves on without me everytime I look at my daughter Guilt is the feeling