Do you remember,
When you'd
Stoke my
Golden hair?

The dye has      
Faded now.

Remember the way
You held my
Hand
And kissed my rosy cheeks.

My skin is rougher
Now.

I remember your
Hands around me.
Around my
Tiny waist.

I'm not so
Skinny now.

Can you still
Imagine my
Make-up free face.
The naturally beautiful one?

I rely on
Make-up now.    

It was only yesterday,
When you bragged
And took me
Everywhere.

Now you leave
Me alone at home.

I've grown older
My looks
Have faded.
That has made all the difference.

You don't love me
As much as before.

If it was me you loved.





I owe my hope
To your voice.
Full of light
And angelic flow.

You sang of
Angels
Of devils
And love.

You strummed
Your guitar
To the soul
Of your voice.

You touched the
Piano
Giving it blood
And life.

You brought
Me to a higher   

Place than
I've ever been.

You made my
Smile
More natural.
More at ease.

Now you
Bring me to
My death
My world turned upside down.

I hold
Tight onto my
Cell phone.
Wanting you to call.

I stay there still
Not moving.
Everyone is worried
They tell me to give up.

I wish that
You'll call.
I wish that
You're safe.

But even I
Know that wishes
Don't come true.
You won't be back.

Never again will I hear
Your solo voice,
Chords of your guitar,
Or the silent echo of living keys.

You've gone.
You left me
Alone
Enduring in agony.

Agony...Your voice is gone.






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