Where Poems Come to Die

part II

voila, i present, part two of the untitled series. 

this ones for you kayleigh :)

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Except she wasn't just a girl.
She was more, god, so much more.
She was the grass stains on your shorts,
The notes you can't throw out,
The moments you can't forget
She was the warmth in your heart,
and that breath you never quite could reach.
She was the reason sleep was never quite the same again,
And she was a part of everything you knew.
You could exhale a million times,
but you'd never expel her from you.
She was your blood,
Pushing through your veins with such ferocity and determination you knew it had to be her.
Nobody else had that passion for life,
That strive and that power.
She was a torrent of energy,
The world around her would drain it's color
As if it knew it was helpless in comparison.
The stars would bow to her,
And yet she would still sleep in their soft glow,
Wishing she was amongst them.
And she is now.
At least she's happy. 

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