Her eyes are blue.
She is always true.
Her hair is blonde.
Every day I grow more and more fond.
She’s only five foot three.
But she has a really strong hold on me.
The day she fell, I was going to hell.
As she lies there on the ground, you could feel a faint heart pound.
When it stopped and her eyes closed, she looked like an angel at piece.
When I felt again it was gone.
She was in a pose.
Her eyes so calm and soothing the whole time I wish you were still moving.
The day her heart stopped is the day I dropped.
I don’t feel anymore, since the day she had to walk out the door.
So now all I do is work and lie on the floor, and wish she was still in my arms.
Instead she just sits up there and watches over me.