Gone
Long gone is my princess
Taken much too soon
Gone in the dead of night
Like a theif's precious jewel
No longer will I see her —
I'll never hear her voice
Her tiny perfect laughter —
In her death I had no choice.
My heart will not forget her —
My mind will never heal
Although I know the truth of it
It somehow seems unreal.
I wish I could turn back time
That I could make things right
But no matter what I do
I'll never bring back
Her light.
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