i n d y l u l u

3.3: Cross Path

HYACINTHS

The smell of hyacinths in the breeze

Makes me stop and stare

Little talks of her dying hair

They wonder why I cared

Her perfect face against the scene

Her beauty and her smile

Quiet whispers of her dying life

Big eyes on fake smiles

The laugh she gave as it struck her dumb

Was hollow and profound

Light murmurs of gossip raged

They lost what I had found

She said she loved the smell of them

So I walk around and pick

Memories of her paling skin

She was tortured, she was sick

The smell of hyacinths in the breeze

Reminds me of her eyes

Light shades of dying grey

Or was that the hues of her skies?

She said she loved the look of them

so I slow my pace and stare

Visions of her last few days

Too late to say I cared

Her perfect hair in waves of brown

Makes me stop  to cry

I remember how she loved it combed

My tears just will not dry

The scent of flowers in the air

Reminds me of who she was

Before disease had plagued her soul

Before she turned to dust

Her beautiful smile against my own

Drives my soul insane

I pick twelve flowers because of her

And because of what she became

She said she loved the sight of them

So I lay them on her grave

For all that people took from her

And for every thing she gave

The smell of hyacinths in the breeze

Makes me stop and stare

Little talks of her dying hair 

They knew how much I cared

-t.s

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 A/N: So like...I've been sick and vomiting all day, but I've managed to update. This is a cross path, moving away from little birdy for a while (don't worry it's still the same story). Now I'm focusing on Lucy and her mother.

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Bye lovies