The drizzle that went down
And wetted your black oiled hair
I'd look at you from my widow
A little girl,a seraph
You'd hold on to your mama's dress
And race done with her every where
Then we met on that night
When I had just turned sixteen
And your eyes shined like twilights
Age was blending you
Into a desire.lust and love
Where boiling inside my chest
I looked at your figure in the dark
And my thoughts froze
I would want to keep you
But in a way you left
You flew away and left me
Wing broken I couldn't chase you
I wanted to hold you as the sunrises
But those dreams must die
Because it hurts each time
And uncovers the scars
And scratches the healing wounds
When I see the play cards
And the home made dolls.
