I don't want to remember
Her face when she laid dying
For I know she wouldn't want me to
Instead she'd want me to remember
Her eyes lined with blue eyeshadow
Lips colored with the perfect shade of red.
Hair a brilliant auburn, teased to perfection.
I don't want the memories
To be filled with her pain
For I know she wouldn't want me to
Instead she'd want my memories
Of her laughter
Joy of...