Molly

Author's note: This is dedicated to Thomas, Jason, Najee and all of the other kids of the world who lose their lives too soon. I'm not the kind of someone Who stands on a stranger's Grave I kneel and clean the headstone And place flowers where You sleep Tucking you in just like I used to, With a blanket made of Earth I listen for your baby sigh, but of Course it has gone cold Your little face still haunts me Every single place I Go I see you with me, laughing, as You chase raindrops down The windows They all tell me I'm crazy for Keeping you alive Without you Because I still sleep with your teddy Pretending like I'm holding You From everywhere and nowhere, i Hear you calling out my Name I chase you around each corner, and You break into a deadly Run I see you die a thousand times, yet It never dulls the pain Of Having you and losing you when I should have kept you Safe I should have been your warrior Instead I let you slip Away Little hands grab onto me, looking For something we could Play We made forts out of the bed sheets To keep us busy when It rained You left me all too suddenly and took My favorite part of me You Were the light that made the shadows Do a tango on the walls Now All I see are ghost-like mountains Waiting for the day I Fall Goodbye Molly, my sweet baby Farewell Parent Days At school Here's to every dream you ever had That never did come True You were a stranger to the world Before you ever got to Stay But before you kissed the world Goodbye, I swear to God I knew you