I once knew a girl her
Name was Liez she did not
Have hair fingernails cartilage
She had the nicest smile.
When Liez smiled it was as rare as
Feeling the last raindrop of a storm
Remembering the last time your father
Hoisted you up to sit on his shoulders the
Last time you could sit with your legs Indian-style
With your feet on top.
When Liez died no one made a sound but they
All cried and I did too.
Feb 20, 2010
Feb 20, 2010 at 4:46 AM UTC
I once knew a girl her
Name was Liez she did not
Have hair fingernails cartilage
She had the nicest smile.
When Liez smiled it was as rare as
Feeling the last raindrop of a storm
Remembering the last time your father
Hoisted you up to sit on his shoulders the
Last time you could sit with your legs Indian-style
With your feet on top.
When Liez died no one made a sound but they
All cried and I did too.