She Was There On Sunday but She's Gone Now Poem by kyle used to be nikol

you seemed so happy
but we all wear a mask right
i still have your tiktoks on my phone
i dial your phone number every night
i paint my nails with the color you used to
i listen to songs you showed me
i talk like you
i hate to see a train because that's what took you away from me
we used to lay under a tree
and now we still lay under a tree
but you're 10 feet under the ground
but fly high
fly as high as you can
fly to the top
and then come for me