She is helping pack her things,
4 years old.. And the moving begins there.
Mommy dropped her off, she told her
"You're gonna stay here for a few weeks."
She waited and waited,
For a call..
To see her again, but in all reality
Mommy wasn't coming back
Mommy called, said she would be there in the morning
She got so excited, packed an overnight bag..
Went to bed with a smile on her face,
excited for morning to come
She wakes up early, to do her makeup..
Puts on a dress to look pretty for mommy
Then the phone begins to ring.. Its her mommy
Said she could't make it, maybe next weekend..
Little girl, 4 years old..
Heartbroken all the time by mommy,
The years went by, sometimes mommy would be there a lot
And then other times she was gone..
By the time she was 10 she knew what to expect
Mom to call, say she would be there to see us..
She always told herself "don't get your hopes up"
But still, most of the time she would.., and end up hurting
She is a teenager now... Almost 16
She is ME.
And although i know better, i still hope..
But just like always, i'm left with my heart broke