Now I lay me down to sleep, your love my soul will keep.
I pray your presence finds my dreams, I can't live without you or so it seems.
But life goes on or so they say, yet to join you in slumber, every night I pray.
I promised our future held wonder and song but until I'm with you that promise is gone.
Forgive me my love I can not leave, our children need me although I grieve.
One day, when I'm old and grey, again we will hold hands and 'I love you' I'll say.
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When like a candle now, Your light has ceased; When like the sun, Your warmth subsided; After your radiance completely left me, Alone in the dimness that knows no morning or night; The...
Tender memories, so fragile and clear, revokes my heartache for you to be near. You held me up as far as the sky, but you are not here now, oh, how I cry.
Thanks to @gazplend for writing this poem for me...
So much hope and ambition, i remember the day. Taken too early, now so far away. Life emptied out, memories all thats left. Reality hits me, takes the breath from my chest.
The road of heavy hearts. The house of broken dreams. The children as they cry. Behold her as she screams. Some faces just look empty. Some are filled with pain. They don't know what to do.
You know, I could hardly help it. You were there, and now you're not. Unspoken words and sidelong glances, Your presence gone left a missing friend. I'm not a person from the perfect songs.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
Red ink, Or maybe pink. Convincing myself it's not blood, But more likely red mud, It could be paint. No.
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