She took my phone and sent herself like 30 pictures she thought I looked cute in.
Then she made me take some with her amongst many others.
She told me she thought I was so beautiful she told me she loved me. She looked into my eyes and kissed me; taking my breath away, making my body weak. She layed down next to me and we watched Shrek. We watched that move 13 times that weekend, not once did we finish it. But it was her favorite. She loved it. Now she can't even stand to hear the word, her sister told me.
She woke me up at 4am that morning to show me it was snowing. She was so excited it was so cute.
We slept cuddled up on the couch that night. She sang me to bed playing with my hair.
I still remember her touch.
The way her hair smelled like faint green apples.
I still remember the girl I loved
But that girl is no where to be found.
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryThis is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.
