Yesterdays whisper of a tale untold,
A story, of love I couldn't hold.
A girl worth more than her weight in gold,
And a nobody with nothing but words to mold.

She was the moon to my shadow, the night to my dusk,
A flower among the weeds, in a world so brusque.
If time was made of color, she'd be my golden hour.
If skies could spill secrets, she'd be that gentle shower.

Her laughter was music, drawn from the heaven.
She was that wish I made at 11:11.
Built castles of hope on the sands of our fate,
She had...