Looking up to the sky I see her eyes, for they are the same shade of blue.
Her eyes flash in my end. As I walk away from her for the last time.
Regret flows in me. Why?
Her, voice is calming. Like a mother to her crying son.
Her laugh just perfect, her smile to match
Her skin soft, her lips softer against mine.
How I would do anything to be able to be her's.
Her
