I accuse her
quite jokingly...
I wrote this on July 17...
There is an angry scent
of alcohol in the rugs of these floors...
I can see it when you look at me
The love that fills your eyes...
You were the happiest person I had known
Your smile is the most beautiful to see...
He never saved the world,
Or found a cure for the common cold...
Day one
I'm wishing you were here...
Why won't the tears make it past the eyes,
why won't these fear stop and over come there...
I see the sadness in your eyes
They're brimming with tears and hurt...
Kyle was a baby doll
all made in glass...
Roses are red and your hair is red, too
So, for this poem to work, I need something blue...
Smiles will last forever if you let them.
Amazing is Sahannah...