| There were small half circle sunk into
the soft... 281 |
[Feb. 1st, 2010|03:14 am] |
There were small half circle sunk into
the soft wood, marks of the hammers that had driven the nails to close
the lid above Melanie's gentle, loving, heart-shape faceNo!
You can't, you mustn't do this, it's raining, you can't put her there
where the rain will fall on herShe feels the cold so, she mustn't be
left in the cold rainI can't watch, I can't bear it, I won't believe
she's goneShe loves me, she is my friend, my only true friend
Melly
loves me, she wouldn't leave me now just when I need her most
Scarlett
looked at the people surrounding the grave, and anger surged through
herNone of them care as much as I do, nor of them have lost as
much
as I haveNo one knows how much I love herMelly knows, though,
doesn't she? She knows, I've got to believe she knowsThey'll never
believe it, thoughMerriwether, or the Meades or the
Whitings or the ElsingsLook at them, bunched around India Wilkes
and
Ashley, like a flock of wet crows in |
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