You're
By: Silverfeather
You're long straight black hair falls a little past your shoulders,
You're big blue eyes dance as you speak,
You're voice seeps past your lips sounding as good as honey tastes.
You're long straight black hair no longer falls a little past your shoulders,
You're big blue eyes no longer dance as you speak,
You don't speak.
You're voice no longer seeps past your lips sounding as good as honey tastes,
I can't hear you... Why can't I hear you?... I can't see you... Why can't I see you?...
{I can tell you why...It's cause she's-gone.}
This poem is for someone I care about very very much when she told me she was going to kill herself. Never forget I love you.
