11.17.10
Looking out the window,
watching the rain drops fall.
Every drop represents a teardrop I cried for you.
You were my baby, my bestfriend.
When you left, you took part of me with you.
I miss my baby girl.
I miss my china, my honey bunches of oats.
Copyright © Macey Close | Year Posted 2010
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