She looks at me With those tired eyes Heavy with the day And the lashes hang like clouds In the skies of grey If only she knew How beautiful she really was But I'd never tell her No I'll never tell her....
I know the process Doesn’t make it easier It starts off with shock Then leads to red anger I’ll bargain for peace Till I sink to depression And hopefully by the end I’ll have found some acceptance I know the process Doesn’t make it easier I still feel the sharp pain Since life's been taken from her
Maya Minion died 1/17/2019 at 3 years old. It hurts, she was still a baby.
Perhaps if I could fit you in a jar, no, a cage. If only I could tie you down with ink to a torn out page. Maybe then I could forget you, and bleed my last drop from this pen. Maybe then I could forget you, and let the paper suffer with you instead.