She laughs, as bright as day
She mourns with the passion of ocean waves
She giggles, with the pitches of a child
To be returned with glances and mild laughter
She takes each hand,
Gently squeezing in return
She understands and accepts
All that happened and will happen
Only hoping that someone will notice
. . .
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
She laughs, as bright as day
She mourns with the passion of ocean waves
She giggles, with the pitches of a child
To be returned with glances and mild laughter
She takes each hand,
Gently squeezing in return
She understands and accepts
All that happened and will happen
Only hoping that someone will notice
. . .
