Her heart was the winter fire
that touched lives as she moved
lucky, I was, to be a part of it
lucky to have had her as my best
As moody as she was, kind
Like paper planes
we often came down
than fly high in the sky
you're in the crowd talking
you hardly look at me now
I wish I could walk up
embrace you in my warm hug
as sweet as she was, bitter
the messages you conveyed
and the pictures help
get through your enternal absence
I've been longing you
your sight, your touch
anyone would be lucky to have her
if she became the way once, she was!
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
Her heart was the winter fire
that touched lives as she moved
lucky, I was, to be a part of it
lucky to have had her as my best
As moody as she was, kind
Like paper planes
we often came down
than fly high in the sky
you're in the crowd talking
you hardly look at me now
I wish I could walk up
embrace you in my warm hug
as sweet as she was, bitter
the messages you conveyed
and the pictures help
get through your enternal absence
I've been longing you
your sight, your touch
anyone would be lucky to have her
if she became the way once, she was!
