She lies in her bed
Soaking her pillow
The memories running through
In between tears of despair
and tears of blue.
Her tears are ice cold,
Her face is blue.
All she had left were foggy memories
and a photograph or two.
she never savored the moments,
she never held him close when they hugged,
she never looked deep in his eyes,
she took the angel for granted.
Now our so called god has taken him away
leaving her all alone.
so she kicks her feet
and cries blue tears,
smothering her screams and moans.
The angel cries with her.
The poor girl can't feel his bodie wrapped around hers.
 
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