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The End


When I first saw you, I looked into your eyes and saw light.
The light was so bright it outshined the sun making you look ethereal.

My heart started to beat strange as my eyes widened making me admire your unreal green eyes.

I felt like a little kid when my aunt use to sneak me and Quentin candy making me elated.

My thoughts are filled with you and me in a '69 Thunderbird, driving as the wind roared through your thinning hair. My red lipstick on your lips but you said you didn't care, and all of a sudden I smell you everywhere.

Your nails filled with dirt and soil were so attractive as they caressed my face. I told you I loved you but it was to early to say as it wasn't the time and place.

I still see your handsome face stargazing at night but I just can't seem to erase.

Claddagh Rings were in my Google search history and you insinuated the rings and said we will match but that remains an mystery.

"Gaia" he calls me meaning I was beautiful as earth, but you hurt me emotionally wishing I was rebirthed.

I dropped my ring and let it sit on the floor for years, but when I came back to pick it up it was still there, looking at me in awe.

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