I met a girl whose name was a flowers.
Lilli.
Her skin was petal white and her lips were the colour of a rose.
Her hair was so soft it was like the clouds above us as we kissed.
She had a brother.
He hated me so much that everytime I came to take her away I wore a biker jacket on purpose.
They looked so much alike it was confusing on who I was picking up.
We meet under an oak tree. I carved our names on the oak tree like the millions of tattoos on it`s skin.
She coughed.
She told me it was just a cough nothing much.
Soon she`d gotten sick.
She told me it was the common cold.
But this cold spent a longer time in her body.
We took her to the hospital.
The doctor gave her 5 months to live.
So when I came to her house I held a flower for her.
Something so small I thought would make her better so each day I gave her one.
On the fifth month I kissed her as she laid on her hospital bed.
She coughed once.
Twice.
Three times.
Her monitor started beeping and her pulse stopped.
I knew this was goodbye and I prepared myself for this.
But I was crying.
Because I loved her so much.
I once met a girl whose name was a flowers.
Lilli.
Lilli.
Her skin was petal white and her lips were the colour of a rose.
Her hair was so soft it was like the clouds above us as we kissed.
She had a brother.
He hated me so much that everytime I came to take her away I wore a biker jacket on purpose.
They looked so much alike it was confusing on who I was picking up.
We meet under an oak tree. I carved our names on the oak tree like the millions of tattoos on it`s skin.
She coughed.
She told me it was just a cough nothing much.
Soon she`d gotten sick.
She told me it was the common cold.
But this cold spent a longer time in her body.
We took her to the hospital.
The doctor gave her 5 months to live.
So when I came to her house I held a flower for her.
Something so small I thought would make her better so each day I gave her one.
On the fifth month I kissed her as she laid on her hospital bed.
She coughed once.
Twice.
Three times.
Her monitor started beeping and her pulse stopped.
I knew this was goodbye and I prepared myself for this.
But I was crying.
Because I loved her so much.
I once met a girl whose name was a flowers.
Lilli.