Some people say
that little girl is perfect...
Wind caresses sun-kissed hair
of princess Bella at the county fair...
Used to laugh, used to love
Lost it all the day you died...
I remember sitting in my room
crying night after night...
Wait!
I cannot find the words...
I remember her voice
So soft...it's almost a whisper...
I will keep on writing to ease my pain
I can only write since it keeps me sane...
As I stare into thine eyes
I see your pain, I hear your cries...
Trying hard to not just be
the shooting star no one can see...
It all happened so fast that night
yet every detail I still see...
A year we were together,
Now its over, oh so fast...
Thoughts of you torment me,
But I have to push them away...