Nobody
Nobody will or could ever
Ever replace her soft skin or her pink lips
Nobody will ever make
Earth such a lovely and liveable place
Like she did.

Her loveliness was an atmosphere
That smelt like roses and green tea,
A soft kind and gentle touch that indulged
A bit of sorrow of broken hearts
And teared minds.

She sometimes smelled like red wine,
But only when her mind
Couldn't take more shed tears and hungry nights
She'd then regret it,
She'd then cry it off,
She'd call me in sorrow and laugh it off.

She should remember
How the kindest of hearts
Shouldn't be so sad,
Or how the kindest of hearts
Shouldn't be so kind.