Candy Apple // Luke Hemmings

Her hair was that beautiful dark velvet red, with shimmering strands of orange in the sunlight.

Her skin was white as snow, with specks of brown and light auburn.

Her eyes the color of the morning sky without the sun, lines of almost white stride throughout.

Her hair long and body short, she was what I truly called perfect I wish it didn't take me so long to figure out.

Her voice I remember, I hear it in my dreams. The soft way she'd speak, was music to my ears.

She left.

She's gone.

But in my memory she's more than here with me.

I wish I could've told her how I felt before she moved thousands of miles away.