23rd May 2013

Not a Goodbye.


To my graceful ballerina, may life be your constant dance. 

With many lifts and jumps. (With not much twists and falls.)

Your happiness is the dance shoes that will rise you above it all.

Yo my creative artist, may all your drawings be complete.

May all the colours of your life be all the colours that you meet.

To my beautiful musician, may your lyrics tell your tale.

Keep trying through the hard times and you will never fail.

To my awesome court quenn, may every serve be stronger than the last.

No matter what future will shove at you, you'll push it to the past.

And finally, to my Ginger, missing you won't be hard.

This final poem I write for you.

The sixth years of my heart.



The End

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