Afixed on a photograph of you, barely a memory now. A soft poem to numb the pain.
My love
where are you? i still remember the patterened frilly dresses we use to wear you personalised yours with a cheeky grin and i covered mine in ink stains, my love
i still remember the envious eyes of your little sister when we held hands and walked around the garden. the sun shone on our childhood; we were one person then, my love
are you remembering me as I am remembering you? are you thinking about me too? do you look outside your window and imagine what I am doing where I am as I do? do I visit you in your dreams; you are always in mine can you feel my embrace once again i do yours, do you long to hold my hand, my love? I yearn to touch yours
I never left you please my love, promise to stay in my heart
the tears use to shiver down my face I was too young to understand your sudden change of plans my love
they say the wounds heal in time but for me time, she rips me apart everyday is a new struggle should I blame myself my love?
the day in which you were thinking of leaving I was there my love the day in which you were leaving I was there but the day in which you left I died
when I don't cry for you my love I have not forgotten you but sometimes it helps me when your not on the fore front of my mind that way I won't bleed my love
my heart is waving the white flag, but my head won't listen
my mother use to tell me that everything would be alright I stopped believing in toothfairys I stopped believing in santa claus a fool no longer my love I stopped believing my mother
I like gazing upon photos of you as a child thats the way I wish to remember you you dont know me now we are two different people but in my heart and in my head we are both still six years old in frilly dresses ink stained and cheeky smiles the garden your little sister my love
