The vestige of you withered away
the last of your wick remained astray
I held my hands up and said a prayer
hoping that god would bring you back here
memories of your smell and how you made me feel
are all that's left inside my grieving mind
I think about your hands that burned with passion
and your Jupiter smile all the time
you're still alive when I dream
when I awake, my lungs squeeze they beg to scream
for I realize you are left a mere fragment of what is real
and no one will know how I really feel
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
xoxo SumBlueSunshine
