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more than just a memory
Why should I collapse with completion hearing her soft whispers
Why should my senses be capitalized with the warmth from her hugs
Why should my cheeks rise to my eyes with every passing memory
His didn't, hers didn't. The world did not.
Why should I allow her to live on? They didn't.
She's gone. She's gone.
This reality will not come to pass
She'll dance around my head, her fingers caress my face, hands delicately stream down my arms pulling me into heaven.
Her siren voice like a lullyby, words piercing to the depths of my core.
Why should I let the love I've felt consume me?
They didn't.
They took everything from me, like I'll be okay, hearing her and feeling her touch every time she crossed my mind.
She's gone. And what once was will never be again
