Gone So Young
The cold body,
Slipped through my hands.
Her white reflection,
A delicacy in skin,
Bruised much too fast.
She rests on her bed,
When I come upon her.
Her soft blonde curls sat effortlessly on the bedspread.
She lays limp here,
No longer golden.
Her sweetly mysterious blue eyes,
Are closed now, not open.
Slipped through my hands.
Her white reflection,
A delicacy in skin,
Bruised much too fast.
She rests on her bed,
When I come upon her.
Her soft blonde curls sat effortlessly on the bedspread.
She lays limp here,
No longer golden.
Her sweetly mysterious blue eyes,
Are closed now, not open.