Poetry.

She’s got her head in the clouds

And her feet in the water,

All she wants, is to get away from all the laughter

Cause everywhere she goes she sees his sweet little smile

And it makes her want to hide away and cry for a little while.

Every little face, every little smile reminds her of him,

Reminds her of what was once in her hands,

Of what she once had.

She’s got her tears in a bucket and her love in a jar

He left her empty when he ran and took off with her heart.

So now, she spends her days by the open door

Looking out into the darkness hoping that he’ll be found

For all she wants is to feel the warmth of his skin

And the taste of his love

His love, the beat to her heart and the spring in her walk

The sweetness to her dreams and her hope for the day

Her protection in the night to keep the nightmares away.

She spends her nights walking

In moments of discovery,

Hoping to find a little trail he may have left behind

The aroma of his sweet innocence, the medicine to her cold

The melody to a broken song that her heart once used to sing.

She lets the memories dominate her soul

For as long as her love doesn’t return

She’ll hold onto the love that he gave

She’ll hold onto his love,

His love, covered in a coat of gold

The greatest of all treasures that will never be replaced.

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