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Title: My love

by Madeeha from Bedfordshire | in writing, poetry

Where are you?
I still remember the patterned frilly dresses we use to wear
You personalised yours with a cheeky grin
And I covered mine in ink stains,
My love

I still remember
The envious eyes of your little sister when we held hands and walked around the garden.
The sun shone on our childhood;
We were one person then,
My love

Are you remembering me as I am remembering you?
Are you thinking about me too?
Do you look outside your window and imagine what I am doing
Where I am
As I do?
Do I visit you in your dreams; you are always in mine
Can you feel my embrace once again
I do yours,
Do you long to hold my hand, my love?
I yearn to touch yours

I never left you
Please my love,
Promise to stay in my heart.

The tears use to shiver down my face
I was too young to understand
Your sudden change of plans
I fought against the constant desire to pack my bags and find you my love

They say the wounds heal in time
But for me
Time, she rips me apart
Everyday is a new struggle
Should I blame myself my love?

The day in which you were thinking of leaving I was there my love
But the day in which you left I died
My love

When I don't cry for you my love
I have not forgotten you
But sometimes it helps me
When your not on the fore front of my mind
That way
I can't bleed a river of tears

My heart is waving the white flag,
But my head won't listen.

My mother use to tell me that everything would be alright.
I stopped believing in tooth fairies
I stopped believing in Santa Claus
A fool no longer my love
I stopped believing my mother

I like gazing upon photos of you as a child
That's the way I wish to remember you
You don't know me now
We are two different people
But in my heart and in my head
We are both still six years old
In frilly dresses
Ink stained and cheeky smiles
The garden
Your little sister
My love

Forever

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Whilst gazing upon an old picture of me as a little girl I began to reminisce on the innocent days of my childhood.

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