I see you,
in the wild daisies blooming under the summer sun.
I hear you,
in the soft ukulele strings played at a café open mic.
I smell you,
in the old polkadot dress that you've given me as a piece of your promise...
Your promise, of a friendship.
Your promise, of a forever.
Your promise, of a sisterhood.
Our promises become memories,
but through the bitter-sweet,
I'll always remember you.
I'll remember you...
by slowing down my footsteps, to admire the blooming daisies,
to smile under the warm summer sunshine.
I'll remember you...
by closing my eyes when I hear the sweet indie melodies
while holding my own broken body still trying to heal, still trying to love.
while holding my own broken body still trying to heal, still trying to love.
I'll remember you...
by wearing the colours that you have brought out from deep within,
knowing that I am, "the most beautiful girl" someone has ever seen.
While time passes, the promises between us rust violently,
the words between us blur uncontrollably,
but may our memories fade quietly, gently, and kindly...
You and I,
will forever be the softest Poetry I've come to know...
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