Iramis was my baby girl
the fruit in my womb
the candy in my eye
and the blood in my heart
many moons ago, she decided to leave.
the angels took her away from me
and I was left lonely
but comfortable. She vanished and life stood stong
the test was hard, yet not difficult.
A thought is a thought, and an idea is an idea
there can be no thought without an idea
and my idea of her is that she's dead.
So, if indeed, she IS DEAD, then there is no cause and effect...
do I make myself clear?
She said goodybye, but down deep inside I said hello,
