Your face...
I remember... You sitting in the sofa.Day in, day out, every night.
Sometimes you smiled, that was how I saw it.
But you cried...
I spent many hours looking at you.
I always looked you from behind .
I watched you from your back.
You could not see me.
Your face...
For once I came seeking you.
I talked to you, I was afraid...
You lifted your eyes and looked at me.
You started to cry...
I tried to get yo back.
I told you things that once made you proud.
I was proud..
You didn't notice me.
You started to cry even more.
I'm sorry...
I was yelled at. I were suppose to see what I had done to you.
I saw it, I felt it.
More that you can ever understand...
Your dead looking face haunt my mind all the time. It hurts...
I hope I never will see it again...
'cause I see it every time I close my eyes.
Every time I think of you. Your face will never dissapear.
It is there every time I look at you, but only I see it.
Your dead looking face haunt my mind all the time. It hurts...
I hope I never will see it again...
Your face...
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
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Written on 2005-12-17 at 00:21
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