this is a poem I've needed to get out a while, about a girl I met and loved who lived in England. She lost a child and she pushed me away, which I understand, but it didnt hurt any less :(
She came into my life like a spring storm in Tennessee.
She was older, 9 years, from a town across the sea.
From a town south of London, she said she loved the way I talked.
I loved her hair, black as onyx, but her eyes most of all.
She meant well, never knowing I was the most broken thing.
That she'd ever come across, that she ever did see.
We were so wrong for each other, and shouldn't have lasted one day
But it was nearly twelve months before we both walked away.
She lost a child in the autumn, and I lost my mind
Phone calls full of static and the tears we had cried.
I'd tell you of good times but there are too many to list
Talking, laughing over nothing, like we were both just kids.
But she's since sailed away, my girl from the sea.
Her name, it was Claire, and she was perfect to me.
