In His Memory…
I met this guy,
So amazing he was,
With a smile so wide it made me weak in the knees.
Made me sweet
Made me sweat — he had small eyes.
See those kind that make you confess?
He drove me crazy in every sense
Made me dizzy,
So blizzard with love scars.
The kind that are permanent,
They are tattoos.
Drawn in my heart with an ink so bright,
He was an artist.
He could rearrange the fears in my soul.
Look at them now; they are bright smiles
Brighter than the stars.
In his memory, I blossom.
Yes, I turn into a beautiful flower, even better than water lilies.
He brought out the best in this poor thing called me.
He embraced my flaws,
Made me feel so pure, like I'm held up by angel wings.
He made my bruises look like decorations.
He said he cherished the ground I walk on for to him I'm royalty,
He called me “your highness”.
His small eyes look like heaven gates.
I say this because through them I could see God’s grace.
I loved that guy so…