*I stared at her with amazement
she looked like she hasn't aged a bit
she had the same silky black hair
mixed with those beautiful blue eyes
her lips were still tender and moist
but her hands were as cold as ice
I remember the day she died
I was holding her in my arms
the tears fell upon her breast
and the blood dripped from her mouth
her lips were chapped , her arms filled with cuts
scrapes, lacerations and stitches
and her baby blue eyes had gone gray
I remember the day they buried her
the purple silk sheets hugged her form
and the long flowing black hair had return
she look like the girl I fell in love with
she was the girl I fell in love with
she was my everything and still is
but If I could not have her in life
then perhaps... I could have her in death...*
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
*I stared at her with amazement
she looked like she hasn't aged a bit
she had the same silky black hair
mixed with those beautiful blue eyes
her lips were still tender and moist
but her hands were as cold as ice
I remember the day she died
I was holding her in my arms
the tears fell upon her breast
and the blood dripped from her mouth
her lips were chapped , her arms filled with cuts
scrapes, lacerations and stitches
and her baby blue eyes had gone gray
I remember the day they buried her
the purple silk sheets hugged her form
and the long flowing black hair had return
she look like the girl I fell in love with
she was the girl I fell in love with
she was my everything and still is
but If I could not have her in life
then perhaps... I could have her in death...*
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