Alanna

Sunlight on her face
And she opens her eyes
Touches me
Her hand feels like a petal
Morning is good
It’s the beginning
The grass is covered with dew
Gentle as teardrops
But tears don’t suit her
I hope she stays this way
When I think of death I miss her
Our mortality hangs over us
I could never leave her
I take pictures out of fear
And a desperate attempt to hold onto her
If tomorrow is a dream away
If the dream never comes
Gets lost in a foggy night
Will she remember me?
I’m not usually in the pictures
I’ll be a ghost in a quiet photo
Only half-smiling
Will she remember my words then?
The night approaches
Moonlight on her face
And she closes her eyes
She will get her dream
My girl of half-blood
My love will not remain unsaid.

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