Slipping through my fingers
Was his hair , my favorite of gingers
Is now something I don’t recognize
All that it’s blocking is the tears in my eyes
Something once so beautiful and bright
Is now at the end of the worlds delight
His hair now falling
And my eyes bawling
Nothing was the same anymore
I knew after he left I’d be rotten to the core
But I didn’t let the thought pass me
I looked into his ...