A poem I wrote before I learned the ironic truth. That the very person who inspired me to write again, the girl I grew to love, was dying.
Her heart gradually slows its beat, even as we speak. But... I'll never give up hope, in miracles.
Her heart gradually slows its beat, even as we speak. But... I'll never give up hope, in miracles.
The Compliment.
You probably get this all the time but...
I think you are incredibly beautiful
The very skies themselves
Are jealous of your azure eyes
And on cold, cloudy days
With no gold sunlight, no rays
I find myself lost, gazing
Into your colorful, warm hues
Thanking God, and praising
Him for letting me be with you
And when I feel down
Drowned by my own tribulations
You wear a halo, a crown
A kind princess for the occasion
Knights kneel before you
And your smile, oh your smile
Can to gray clouds bid adieu
That's just one reason to travel
For miles upon miles
To valiently fight and battle
Break through any trials
Then finally slip through
The barrier between me and you
Only to say, "I love you.. too."
But alas, as you faded
Out of sight, the flames slowly abated
Then regret settled within
My bones, my heart, my skin
Because it was too late
To say these words in your paling state.
