In the sentence of
my so-called life,
she is the first word.
She's the one I want to hear
first in the morning
like a beautiful singing bird.
My love for her flows through
my body like blood through my veins.
If I hear her cry,
I cry,
then the sky joins in
with heavy rain.
Some nights I would wake
up to see if she was on
the other side of the bed.
So,
I could hold her in my arms
all night, and give
soft warm kisses on
her forehead.
Her not in my life is like
a summer with no sun.
A tear with no water,
wishing to die before your life
has even begun.
She's an art piece thats priceless,
nothing compares in value.
When I write about her
only 4 words appear,
"that I love you".
One Day I just wanted to die,
and live for eternity
in the skies above.
But she changed that,
cause why?
she's my one true love.
