She isn't the girl she used to be
The sparkle is gone from her eyes
She plasters on a smile each morning
and let's lose so she can cry every night
Her voice is still smooth and beautiful
But the words that sings to drift herself to sleep
are deep and painful.
Sometimes I swear I hear her
voice picked picked up by the wind
Whispering apologies through my window
I'll never understand why she left me
But I know she's been sending me glimpses of heaven
every time I remember her.
When I think of the moments that we shared
I start to feel like I have her back in my arms
But now the memories start to fade and so do I.
Without her
I am
Nothing.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
She isn't the girl she used to be
The sparkle is gone from her eyes
She plasters on a smile each morning
and let's lose so she can cry every night
Her voice is still smooth and beautiful
But the words that sings to drift herself to sleep
are deep and painful.
Sometimes I swear I hear her
voice picked picked up by the wind
Whispering apologies through my window
I'll never understand why she left me
But I know she's been sending me glimpses of heaven
every time I remember her.
When I think of the moments that we shared
I start to feel like I have her back in my arms
But now the memories start to fade and so do I.
Without her
I am
Nothing.
My poems aren't good, I just like to write.
