Now she's three years old.

Do you know her name?

She only knows what she's told.

Is your world the same?

She is a piece of your soul.

You're supposed to protect her.

How can you be whole

and live your life without her?

Just know one thing; She

Can't miss what she doesn't know.

And, she sings to me.

She still makes up the words though.

Hayleigh is happy.

My soul will always be free.

As long as she's beside me.

People call me crazy but

they don't understand.

Our love's just a memory,

it's all in my head.

The pictures are all faded,

our real love is dead.

I write down our memories,

but it's just paper and lead.

All of your "I love you's" are

just things you once said.

His eyes were blue. That didn't even begin to explain the depths of the colors and history that hid in them. They weren't the ordinary sky blue, or the blue of the waves crashing on the shore in the middle of summer. They weren't the color of the paint flaking off of the side of the old car he had driven when they first met. They were even more beautiful than fresh tulips after a spring shower. They were framed with dark black eyelashes and eyebrows always poised in confusion. They were the window to his soul and he couldn't stop throwing pebbles.

His eyes were green. That didn't begin to explain the hurt and horror they had seen. They weren't just regular green. They remained the same color, but somehow changed every time you looked into them. They held many secrets that would never be spoken. Looking into them was like holding an emerald to your eye and looking at the sun. They were like the color of the angry, crashing waves during a storm. They brought forth the memories of lying in the grass looking for pictures in the clouds.

They were just blue and green to anyone else. But to them, they were much more than just plain, cliche one-word colors. For, when they came in contact, even for the slightest moment, time stood still. Nothing would ever compare to the profound bond they shared. Their eyes didn't just gradually meet, they crashed into each other. No one could accurately describe it, though they tried. No one would EVER successfully capture the love that they shared. Because no one else in the world would ever feel the way they felt about each other. They knew every terrible thing they had done, and they loved each other anyway.