Memories
She lays down,
As the cold waves fall,
and rush around her.
They fill her head
with past memories.
Some happy, some sad,
many confusing,
Most painfully defined.
The one that stands out,
the most,
is of a beautiful face.
the darkest hair,
a most special smile,
innocent,
yet guilty.
This face is that of,
a best friend.
He is loyal, trust-worthy,
honour-bound, sweet, kind.
And many other wonderful things.
Momentarily, she gets captivated.
it's done by his brief yet,
calming touch.
She wakes with,
the sun beating down hard,
one her face.
She's become addicted to
these dreams,
these past months.
It surprises her
how much they make
her smile.
She loves the thrill
of the dreams,
They make her remember
the face she so often forgets.
The memories she wants
forever in her head,
The sound of her one of
her Best Friends voices.
The kisses she gave him,
one outside of English,
the other during Biology.
Yeah, she remembers all of those memoires.
For Evan Edward Terault
As the cold waves fall,
and rush around her.
They fill her head
with past memories.
Some happy, some sad,
many confusing,
Most painfully defined.
The one that stands out,
the most,
is of a beautiful face.
the darkest hair,
a most special smile,
innocent,
yet guilty.
This face is that of,
a best friend.
He is loyal, trust-worthy,
honour-bound, sweet, kind.
And many other wonderful things.
Momentarily, she gets captivated.
it's done by his brief yet,
calming touch.
She wakes with,
the sun beating down hard,
one her face.
She's become addicted to
these dreams,
these past months.
It surprises her
how much they make
her smile.
She loves the thrill
of the dreams,
They make her remember
the face she so often forgets.
The memories she wants
forever in her head,
The sound of her one of
her Best Friends voices.
The kisses she gave him,
one outside of English,
the other during Biology.
Yeah, she remembers all of those memoires.
For Evan Edward Terault