Childhood
I remember when I was younger I wouldn’t really see you
As I got older, our days would shorten
Hey I’ll see you tomorrow you would say
But I would find myself waiting in empty arms and broken promises
You would buy my love with materialistic items
But I didn’t need that. My heart longed for you. For us to reunite
While I played with the gifts you’d bring me, I could hear you screaming and arguing with mom
Whats wrong? I’d ask
But you would only answer with a nod
Little did I know I would never see you again
Texts and calls is all I would get
I wanna see you please
I need you
Return my calls please
But I wasn’t wrong, you just didn’t want to talk to me
Although I don’t remember much from my childhood, all that I longed for was my sister
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