I RememberI remember those blue-grey eyes that watched me with curiosity
When life used to mean a little something more to her.
When living was more than just breathing in and out.
The darkness I drifted into, and the lights that faded away.
People in her life used to give her joy, now only give her pain.
I remember the first time I ever got high--
The new places that I was shown,
I felt exhilarated.
I could open my mind.
I finally felt free.
I remember that neighbor girl whom I adored so much.
The silky and sheen golden river that was her hair,
The sweet tintinnabulation that was her laughter.
That big, orange and white moving van that took her away.
I remember how it all went down.
I remember sitting next to another one—one who claimed more broken than me.
I can still see the blue of her eyes and the light brown shade of her hair.
I used to read her favorite book to her.
There was a certain ring to her voice when she would say she loved me.
I remember the day we decided to grow illegal p