The nicest thing I can think of
is getting a letter in the mail
With personalized hand-writing
and pictures, and a tale.
The sweetest words I can remember
are those that aren't sweet at all
It's those that make you cry because
there's just so normal; you bawl.
The longest warmth I know
is that one time on the beach
There's only picture smiles now
but there's a smile for every each.
The saddest thought I consider
is those last words you said to me.
They're completely normal, just a "bye"
but you're gone, and it's not nice to leave.