“
She used to bathe in the sunlight while smoking
menthol cigarettes and dreaming about the men
that would soon fall under her memorizing
and soft gaze. When I think of her I remember
her haunting voice the most, and sometimes
I can still hear the innocence in the air
that once hid behind her laughter.
She was my light, my life, my memory
of a better love where there was no such thing
as growing up or growing old.
She was a vision of an almost immortality,
and I knew that I loved her from the moment
my eyes met her hypnotizing structure.
When she first appeared in my sight
her skin was glistening beneath the summer sky
and it left an everlasting ethereal impression
that I can still remember like it was yesterday.
And even though she is no longer mine,
no longer here and no longer infatuated,
I will always remember her as the girl
who once saw me as her one true love.
”
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"Forever in my arms," - Colleen Brown
Published on November 06, 2014 17:10