Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Death of Love

When I close my eyes
There he is in front of me
Laughing, playing, his smile so bright
He was always happy
He was always kind to everyone
I loved him
Still do
My beautiful little boy
With short black hair
The softest pale white skin
The brightest green eyes
He was perfect
My perfect boy
If only I had seen the car
When he was playing ball in the yard
If only I had heard the car
When he was in the street
Tears run down my cheeks
The memory I suffer with every day
So vivid as if it were yesterday
Three years have gone by
He would be seven today
So young and he is gone
He was perfect!
He didn't deserve this fate
It's all my fault
It should've been me

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