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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