Sitting there together,
I whisper softly while she cries.
Being close but too far apart,
when they leave you feeling
so damn hollow.
She slides under the covers with
mascara streaming down her face.
Each tear holding remnants
of a memory gone forever.
Trying not to let her notice,
it hurts me just as much,
as I sneak out of bed and
slowly walk the hall to his room.
The color crayon drawings
taped to the wall with such care.
Him being so proud of all his hard work,
makes me wish he were still there
I sit on the floor
Rocking back and forth all alone.
What happened to my little boy
who colored in the pictures that
make our lives? Why did he have to go?
Crawling slowly back to bed,
I slip underneath the soft fabric,
wrap my arms around her
A/N: So this one, is based on two things. One is happening now, and one happened. I can't quite decide if I like this one or not. There's something not quite right…
decides to work on next chapter of CmiIR
(Lain was here! LAWL!)
P.S. I have her do all he things so it doesnt double space the crap. Im an idiot and dont understand how to do it myself. Thank you Lain. She did it on my LAST ONE TOO THERE I CREDITED YOU!
and nowwwwww...im out.