Starting in pink dresses
Ending in white tops
Somewhere in between came
The sound of blue flip-flops.
We are the same
And yet
So very different
And as we meet our match
Confusion and tears spread
Over skin that started off soft,
But is now a harsh pink colour.
Pain is searing through my thoughts
One of a boy
One of a blade.
I remember once,
A memory of shade
Again with you
We made bad choices
That would effect the
Rest of our lives.
Together again
With you till the end
My heart soars high
And kisses the sky
Embracing the clouds
And then saying goodbye.