Imagines (from my Instagram)

Poem on a Gravestone

I ACTUALLY WROTE THIS POEM SO DON'T STEAL THANK YOU VERY MUCH EVEN THOUGH IT'S REALLY HORRIBLE HAHA SORRY ENJOY XOXO

 

Niall stands up, as I lay back on the couch. He begins:

"Her eyes are dancing.

Her hair is a mess.

But she is still a beauty, none the less.

Her dimples are showing,

Her head is thrown back.

She laughs at even my worst jokes,

Even if humor is what they lack.

Her warm hands are intertwined with mine,

as we lazily walk down the streets.

Nothing is boring when she is around,

even if we are only getting sweet treats.

She may be crazy at times, but she still loves to read.

She doesn't think of herself as beautiful, or charming, or talented.

But in my eyes, she is exactly what I need."

When he finishes the poem, I cover my mouth with my fingers.

It may have been, well, really horrible, but he meant well. He just wants to make me feel good about myself. He wants me to be happy.

Which is exactly what I need.

(NIALL'S POV): SEVERAL YEARS LATER

I carefully lay the cheesy poem I had written for her several years ago on the grey rock. I trace my limp finger over her beautiful name engraved in the tombstone.

I press my lips to the flower that I picked from our garden, and carefully set it with the others.

She had always loved that saying,

"If I had flower for every time I thought of you, I would walk through my garden forever."

And now she is lying in her casket, surrounded by her garden of flowers I have created for her every time I think of her, which is what makes it grow every day.