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.
