Beauty surfaces in another
The wind forgets your name
But the memory of you remains
Carved in my heart for what seems like forever
Sand forms her into stone
Turning her into what you used to be
Words etched upon her throat
Eloquently she speaks
Of love: both found and lost
Of thoughts weighed on her mind
Of bargoning with lost time
No angel could compare to the beauty of her soul
Yours only fractioned by the darkness of your mind
How greedy have you become?
I hate to see you now.
I miss her.
The girl whose beauty kept my heart arace for hours on end
A girl that could spin stories, without feeling the time
The better part of you.
I miss you, of all the things we were.
Of all the sounds that enveloped our souls.
No one has ever compared...