I cry and scream at the top of my lungs.
Help Me! Help Me!
But no one hears...
Or they do but they choose not to listen.
I can not be saved from this undying pain..
Until I see her
But not see in the physical sense
but in the mental..
I hear her beautiful voice whispering her love in the wind
I smell her in the spring just as flowers bloom
i taste her sweetness in a small cupcake
I touch her as I place my hand on the
Old Willow Tree