And when your golden curls have turned to red, lady when your eyes have lost all their light find strength in my life.
enough white to kindle a massacre of poems.
at least tremble enough that i may flame in your green array.
all these years, the battle of each grievous day.
perhaps, then, those beautiful tears will overcome.
i almost wrecked this morning.
about the same place my mother called me the day she found out.
i hydroplaned going about 42 miles per hour.
i wasn't scared or anything, it was very strange.
i had a moment in time and space all to myself to think.
to die then would mean to be with my sister, but if i had then i would have missed out on this dream i?ve had for so long.
it just goes to show what a girl like erin with an
enormous heart and a talent to make the world smile could have done if she was still alive.
it sounds strange, but erin couldn't have lived out her dreams on earth, so now i must make it a point, so now it's my job to live them out for her and let the world know what a wonderful person it
will never get to meet.