My baby is 7 years old...she means the world to me (dressed in pink Cinderella gown). It's been over five years since I've been away from Cali, I can't believe how grown she is. Each and every time I visit her, she sounds so mature...I miss her a lot. I haven't been able to find the strenght, the gutts to write a poem about her. It's not that I can't, I know I'm good with writing poetry and stories but it just hurts to put into words how I feel about her. It hurts to write about why I left...I wish she knew how much I love her. I know she understands a tiny bit but not enough...not enough to know how much it still hurts.
Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together