lonely is tonight, hooted an owl somewhere
slowly she glided, under a sky of stars
white gown flowed, over a velvet moss
her face pale, with an angelic gloss
she's fighting solitary tears, silent and cold
caressing her daughter's face, her heart had shivered
resting in embrace, her breath quivered
flowers lay dried, withered was her heart
life is not easy, but death is hard
engraved on a stone, till death do us apart
-Kai
(this poem, i wrote to those who have lost that special someone. especially mothers out there. i'll give a hug to everyone of you if i could)
