her picture in my necklace I will forever hold tight
it has been 9 years and her death still doesn't sit right
a heart of gold and a soul so pure
but God still gave her a sickness with no cure
every 7-10 year my cells will be replaced
it has been more than 9 soon her DNA can not be traced
in a few months will my body not remember her touch
she'll be no more than a memory deepening my thoughts
the warmth of her brushing away my tears when I cried
will no longer be engraved in my body even if I tried
her lips warming my cheek as she kissed me goodnight
the proofs will never be found the end of her story I wish I could rewrite
she promised to be there on the best day of my life
the day I would meet my husband or wife
word for words god made her break
the rage I feel for our lord will forever keep me awake
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