Another angsty poem about Jordan. I do not own her or the detective who owns the mentioned blue eyes. Please R+R.
Standing there,
Looking into you're past's reflection,
You see me as I wave
Goodbye again, the evil smile
Laughs in my face as I leave,
Once again sent by the very death
Of her soul again.
She looked into the crystal blue,
Looking for the spirit once gone
Now as she stands still,
Forever lost her move,
As she stood at the end of the darkness,
Looking into the light
Of her reflection.
You had always believed that the heavens were always open,
Saying that a hard blow once came,
Shedding water crimson red,
As you stood blame,
Unaware of her past life's presence
As she stood watching you
Always,
From the golden tulip of life,
Waiting for you to join her.