Lovely Bones


She Was
Lovely,
From head to toe
Lovely,
But still made of
Bones.
Wishing I said my last
Goodbyes
Before the flowers
Bloomed
In her eyes.
Our time remains on a clock,
but hers had too
Fast,
Ticked it's last tock.
Never
Accepting her as
Disintegratable,
Underneath the willow tree
Lasting
Yet unattainable.
Forever,
Low branches will protect her from wound,
Unlike
My heart when I lost
You.

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