I sit in awe as she draws pictures I can only half understand, bitter sweet as see from a far, her hands soft to the touch, oh how I wish I could feel her embrace, then the reality hits like a fist crashing through my face ,those days have past, and all I have are the words on a page full of pain and regret replays like her favorite mixtape cruel and unusual a strange fate in deed but it’s better to have LOVE then not to have Loved at all. Dedicated to.......
