Sometimes I wish you were with me,
we were always young and wild and free.
But that was then,
why can't I get over it!
I still love you,
you know it too.
Why can't I be with you...?
Everyday, i gaze upon you,
Look at your eyes
and fall up, into the sky.
Like silk against the skin,
it rains again.
I'm colpasing in,
colpasing...in.
I know i can't be me again,
with you again.
You keep me away from whom
I really am,
I greet you,
smile too.
I don't smile much...almost never.
But when I look at you,
I know and will smile forever.
I and you know it too.
But...
Sometimes I wish I were there with you.
Sometimes I wish you were here with me.
I love you so,
you kept me away from my knife
and bow,
and that dreaded arrow.
Why can't you love me still?
Why can't we be still?
Why?
Oh, why?
Can't we move anymore?
The ground is soft,
the ground is wet,
and yet...
our grave together,
us holding hands in the dirt,
you wearing your skirt,
me in my jeans.
All red and white,
both of us red
in whites and now pinks.
We hold hands in the dirt in which we lay,
That's only because we both died today.
Inbetween our graves,
grows a red fern,
like in the story we read,
to bad we are dead.
We cannot see it,
but we know it is there between us.
I wish I could love,
I wish I could hold you tightly in my arms.
I wish...
I wish...
We hadn't lied to each other,
we should have been bolder.
I wish...
I wish...
Please, god sir, please...
Let us see our red fern,
for we died of unhappiness
but our love for each other,
sprouted a red fern,
a Red fern, a red fern heart,
a red fern for me and you,
A red fern for the love of me and you.
Toegther we lay,
we both died today.
The book we both loved,
Where the red fern grows,
it's real,
for us.
In memory, with love, for
John and Kristie.
By John himself before his death next to her.
Evenglory · Mon May 01, 2006 @ 12:55am · 1 Comments
