My dearest aunt,

I shall greatly miss you in physical form,
but I know you'll always be here in my family and I's hearts.

Susan is a beautiful woman, through looks and personality.
When I was young until this day, I could always rely on her.

I still fondly remember the days we would bake, joke and eventually drag my Mother into baking at night.

My aunt will always be in our family's hearts.

"I don't like it, do it again!",
she spouts and hurls out to her men.

"It's different, abnormal, strange you see!",
that's what he shouted at me.

Why must someone be in such need to yell?
Well can't you tell?

They complain and complain until they finally zip up,
come on now! Don't be such tough luck!
It's different! It's strange? Something new you scream!

I have a little word for you,
called 'individuality'.

I am terrified to the belief of silence, the thought of social suicide,
glances towards you and back, leave streaks of warmth and shivers of fright.

The bronze medal eye shine fill my hope day by day while the petals fall forward,
my heart swoons over the award of life, praying each day to last longer in sight.

You hid carefully behind shades of roses, but the petals kept falling,
my eyes of green seep emotions untold to fuel a gaze of glazed truth burning me.

Smiling towards me with your daily mood of cheer, while my heart aches a little,
for I share an admiration stronger than cheer, I know for a fact, this love holds me hostage.

So I walk calmly forward into this forest blindfolded, holding a string to unknown,
while many follow me carelessly wondering on and on,
I feel my heart drip away from the heat towards the cold.

They see the raindrops as moments of hidden daylight, yet I run into the puddled fantasy,
I wonder if you notice the rain feels warmer this time around, as you smile gratefully.

Shades of purple fall on us both, but the petals are all gone,
This is the truth coated in shades of blue,
as I serenade to you, taking my mask off for a final time.