  as I lay on the soft brown earth I look up to the blue sky only to see cotton candy floating so gracefully like a butterfly. not to metion the warmth of the sun and the chirping of birds but the voice of the boy so sweetly I've heard. soon it became night and I was still lying on the ground.. wanting to hear your voice even more just to lift me off of the ground. you said you'd be there but you never came. but it is only that I have came to find out that it was your ghost following me around... cause you died of a broken heart... and the only one who broke it was... I 
