you were beautiful
glowing skin
encompassed by thick rimmed glasses
sandy brown bundles of hair
always hiding your auburn eyes
they say that the eyes are the window to the soul
who ever said that knew what they were talking about
I could stare into those eyes and see down the bottom of your beautiful anima
your soul was more beautiful than your face
although you didn't think so
you secretly hated yourself and wished that you would die
that's why I was so shocked that you hadnt killed yourself
but a heart attack had did so instead
i'd always whisper in your slightly pointy ears:
"peter's anima, is the best gosh darn anima to ever posses the earth."
this made you smile
and I could tell through your eyes that it put you to peace
you were the type of kid who kissed up to there parents
but always disppointed them
the kid who went to a concert for the experience
and not the music
the kid who was a living nostalgia
containing so many bits and pieces of your life
where ever you went
you, peter, were the kid that I have fallen in love with
and i hate that i never got to tell you to your face
