She looked apon me like a stained glass figure
Staring at nothing but never once blinking
I know it was me on which her eyes were fixed
But why was it me out of all of these people?
Can the world not see the beauty she holds,
As the light shines through her pale summer eyes?
The silence was broken as her voice echoed out
The words were soft and I will always remember
Beautiful tones like a musical Heaven
Holding her hand as we looked toward the ceiling
But then it was over and I was alone once again
Left only with comfort and things to remember
Left only with thoughts and a mind filled with pictures
you are so wonderful...
xoxo
lindsey
i have something to tell you. : )
hey hey Timothy...
i'm at school again, and this is the only way i can communicate with you *sad* i miss you...
*muah*
xoxo
lindsey