Wanderings: Life And Poetry

Alison

I've watched you grow up through pictures on my painted walls.
Your curly hair that shines under the glistening sun of the broad daylight.
I've screamed words to your music like answering fever calls.
I spent hours listening to your voice as the moon kisses the night.

Alison, your name so ever lovely with a hint of magic.
Your music continues to play through heat and traffic.
Many believe you wouldn't last as long.
But I hope to believe you'd prove them wrong.

Now I wake up and wait for another hit from the radio.
The sparkly dresses you wore were as beautiful as you.
I would never stop singing along on the stereo.
For your words will forever sound brand new.

Alison, your name ever so lovely with a hint of poetry.
You have inspired me so young, so early.
Alison, your name ever so lovely with another called Taylor.
You, to me, will forever live on like folklore.