She had beautiful eyes,
Eyes I'd never seen cry.
August 7, day to die?
Woken up, tears in eyes.
Was delerious the entire day,
How's there such a way?
The age was only sixteen,
First we all felt mean.
Confusion and headaches were there,
Friends can't let YOU tear.
Well, don't cry Ms. Butterfly,
Our hearts you'll never die.
Kate Glencross, Whalen EN102
