the lost ver2

Lost ver.2

was 21 when she lost a soul. a friend she met who'll never grow old. not the first, not the last, just an example of a boy whos faith would last. made her wonder how much she would be able to undergo. you could see it, that sadness which put them beside, makes you wonder; could she have changed their minds? her dreams are cursed with visions of them... awake and standing, looking for their hands, wishing she could grasp and pull them in. tears ripple down for his fathers soul and a separate girl lost in the cold.
she cant move. she can only sob, watching the two; she drops to her knees and with a heart aching throb starts to wail and cannot stop. the picture last a few more seconds before it starts to die and fade good bye... she steps forward, they step back. she screams their names but no words can be claimed.
her heart, throbbing, she starts crying once more. then it starts; their hair turns grey, body translucent, face fades forever into the black background. their tears do not stop, they flow to the rest of us. this dont make no sense, wondering why i feel so guilty, so lost...yet still i do.why you?
will the group fall or is it that one person who will grow numb, petrified of another lost one, never to be found? she know she should keep herself locked up to keep her heart bound from the never ending loss, but what good is a heart if you dont let it out? like a clam with a pearl, whats the point of th pearl if no one can see its beauty? your heart will bud.... and the peddles fall, but thats where the lesson lies; in remembering how beautiful each of those peddles and buds were and are and will be. never lose sight of that beauty... and it will never truly leave you