Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams
Pictures Of You
It's nothing like you.
Doesn't show YOU.
Appearances aren't everything.
Not to me.
Not for you.
You were perfect.
Fat, thin, sick, well.
A perfection I can't find again.
How the heart bleeds.
But it doesn't bleed perfection, like you.
Bleeds out of a weak human.
A weak no body, if human at all.
This time last year, you were here.
Cancer took you away.
The cancer wasn't worth you.
Wasn't as perfect as you.
It ruined you.
It ruined us.
You grand child..
Broken, and alone.
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