For L.S.,
The boy with silent knowledge, Far outweighing his years, Only five years old, Your face still ever clear,
It has been three years, Your memory is fuzzy, I looked down at you as you faced death, You smiled up at me,
Then I knew, Even death could not faze you, I never heard you speak a word, But still your eyes shone clear,
I will always remember the way you played, Like a bird in the sky, I will always think of your last days,
You never laughed, You never cried, You never smiled, You never sighed,
Still I saw understanding in your eyes, The kind people grown up don't usually have, You had an ocean of emotion even if people couldn't see, They thought you were normal, even quiet, but not to me,
You taught me the most important lesson of my life, One that outweighs even the most serious advice, This is what you taught me without words, Still waters run deep...
This is a poem I wrote for the thing that mattered the most. L.S... This story is more than your average fanfiction. This story is from a thing living to a thing that lived. People often don't realize that some memories never get any fuzzier even through a lifetime. I doubt I will ever forget looking at him as he died. Unable to do anything but watch. By the time anyone got there, it was to late... This is a story written from my heart. The theme of attachment and loss plays a big role here. Not for those who never want to feel pain... I never thought it would hit me so hard. The saddest thing is, when I woke up the next morning, I thought I saw him standing at the foot of my bed, then he vanished. I could never hope to write something to make the reader feel what I felt, but I will try my best. Flames are welcome, I no longer care about the pain they would have caused me before HE died... You want to flame me, be my guest...
The boy with silent knowledge, Far outweighing his years, Only five years old, Your face still ever clear,
It has been three years, Your memory is fuzzy, I looked down at you as you faced death, You smiled up at me,
Then I knew, Even death could not faze you, I never heard you speak a word, But still your eyes shone clear,
I will always remember the way you played, Like a bird in the sky, I will always think of your last days,
You never laughed, You never cried, You never smiled, You never sighed,
Still I saw understanding in your eyes, The kind people grown up don't usually have, You had an ocean of emotion even if people couldn't see, They thought you were normal, even quiet, but not to me,
You taught me the most important lesson of my life, One that outweighs even the most serious advice, This is what you taught me without words, Still waters run deep...
This is a poem I wrote for the thing that mattered the most. L.S... This story is more than your average fanfiction. This story is from a thing living to a thing that lived. People often don't realize that some memories never get any fuzzier even through a lifetime. I doubt I will ever forget looking at him as he died. Unable to do anything but watch. By the time anyone got there, it was to late... This is a story written from my heart. The theme of attachment and loss plays a big role here. Not for those who never want to feel pain... I never thought it would hit me so hard. The saddest thing is, when I woke up the next morning, I thought I saw him standing at the foot of my bed, then he vanished. I could never hope to write something to make the reader feel what I felt, but I will try my best. Flames are welcome, I no longer care about the pain they would have caused me before HE died... You want to flame me, be my guest...