I miss those warm summer nights
Those nights where you could lie under the stars
And breathe
I remember how we used to pick the oleanders
Your father always yelled at us
"I don't know why you grow them...
...They're poisonus"
We would say
"Don't lose sight of the beauty"
Don't lose sight of the beauty daddy
That's what she would always say
She killed herself the other day
The last time I saw her
She was picking oleanders
She loved how they looked along her windowsill
She said they smiled when the wind was still
Never lose sight of the beauty she would say
Always remember to laugh
But my friend
She lost sight of the beauty that day
The day she gave herself away