Six Years Old Poem by The Queen's Dagger
Six Years Old
Could I go back?
Would it be the same?
Would I still be able
to call you by name?
I had to go away,
believe me,
I would rather have stayed.
I left you, I know,
I hate that I did.
This pain is destroying me,
even though it is six years old.
Will you remember me?
Will you recognize my face?
Please let the answer be yes.
Please say you'll still be there
even though I was not.
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