And when your golden curls have turned to red,

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 in 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.