these are words i wrote 661 days ago

and when she was little, her mother dressed her up in red
she never listened to a word her father said
it brought a smile to his face and he held on tight
they floated through the sky and with the stars at night


as the girl got older, the red began to fade
still a smile on her father, although a different shade
her mother grew some wrinkles, some of her hair now gray
but the girl was still her baby no matter what they say


now all the red is gone except the streaks along her hair
her father spoke very plainly because he did not care
his wife was ten feet underground because her heart could not go on
the sky was always empty and all the stars were gone


she sat alone in her room with autumn in full bloom
never asking any questions because she just assumed
her parents spilled out their happiness so she could consume
their every single sorrow as it came out in full bloom