00 by Ragdall
In Memory
All the beauty drained from your vein,
slowly, in a magenta red.
Turning porcelain doll faces,
into the dead.
You said, �Life is what you make of it.�
and I hung on every silent plea.
Your eyes were trying to be rescued,
�but death was the only one who listened to me.�
Your words were of great quotations,
your laugh was of pure delicacy.
That could be broken into tiny pieces,
interrupted by the sea.
I envied you who could do the impossible,
everything I�ve always wanted to do.
But how am I supposed to try�
without you?
You told me to find something beautiful,
and become it.
Try hard because there�s not much left.
I didn�t understand entirely;
Till I lost my only beauty,
to death.
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