Aug 2013
She told me about her happy childhood memories
About how she used to wrap up in her favorite blanket
And sit beside her father on the bench at night
It fills me with a certain kind of hapiness to see her eyes light up
when she tells all about those nights at the bench with her beloved father
But all at once it makes me miserable too to realize it's all memories
It feels like she has realized it too the way she sounds when she tells me about it
It hurts to picture her sitting all alone on the bench at night
Wrapped up in the same old comfortable blanket
Thinking about the old times and how they can never return
How I wish death couldn't touch the people we love the most.
(l.p)
About how she used to wrap up in her favorite blanket
And sit beside her father on the bench at night
It fills me with a certain kind of hapiness to see her eyes light up
when she tells all about those nights at the bench with her beloved father
But all at once it makes me miserable too to realize it's all memories
It feels like she has realized it too the way she sounds when she tells me about it
It hurts to picture her sitting all alone on the bench at night
Wrapped up in the same old comfortable blanket
Thinking about the old times and how they can never return
How I wish death couldn't touch the people we love the most.
(l.p)
I think this is how I'd feel if I lost my dad. He's my favorite person in the world and he's the one that always can make me smile whenever I really don't feel like I have a reason to it. He's always happy and people always enjoy his company - he makes them feel light and happy, always bringing the good mood with him and a big smile on his face. I love you, dad!
