Date: 1-28-2018

Belle's p.o.v

Going down with the sunset,

you can not reset the clock.

Everything except for you has

grown up within the pass hour.

Forever stuck in an infant state

of mind, you sleep in silent

heavenly bliss. Floating through

the air, you have become really hard for

me to fathom and explain. Until kingdom

come, I'll wonder what your name would've

been.