my heart let you go when i didn't want it to
you loved me as if i was what kept you living
we had that rom-com type of love that you can only find in movies
that love that every teenage girl would die for
you were there for me when i wasn't there for myself
and darling
what we had was beautiful

"will you take me to a place where we can see the stars?" i quietly whispered as you held me in the dark
"of course, beautiful" you smiled
"promise?"
"i promise" you kissed my forehead gently

all we ever wanted was to see the stars together
i wanted to be able to feel what the stars were trying to whisper to us
they kept trying to tell us something
but i suppose we will never know
for i broke that promise that you made to me
because my heart finally decided to tell me: "darling, it's time to go"

i have the world at my fingertips
and yet
i have never felt more alone.

As her words grab my heart with each and every message or poem I read,
It truly saddens me to be so far in distance, I can't offer her what she may need.
Never have I layed my eyes upon her, I can only Invision her beauty by her poems and words of wisdom.
Her soul sweet as the blooming flowers and heart as pure as gold.
It's as if her soul is that no less than angelic as she has touched many on this site and more.
What saddens me is soon she will no longer be with us as her illness is growing worse day by day,
My Dearest Kim Johanna Baker, there will be a sadness and void on this site and in my heart the day the Lord takes you away.
I hope that she may see this before it's her time to go, for when the other angels come for her I want for her to know.
The impact her sweet soul has left for all of us here on HP, some more than others , some of you like me.
So if you would or care to join me in my dedication to a very loving soul that makes this site so pleasurable, feel free to leave a comment below.
We love you our dear friend , our dear friend Kim!
Please feel free to repost this for the ones I don't know

She pinned me down with her gaze,
I still long for her comforting embrace;
She left me last autumn moon
An age, an era, an epoch too soon.