She's lying on her hospital bed,
Holding out her hand,
In a day I know that she'll be dead,
In heaven she'll land.
I remember the days,
Sharing secrets and stories,
But here she still she lays,
While I cry over memories.
She's so strong and been through a lot,
But cancer has swallowed her,
But now were tied in a knot,
I'll never forget what we were.
To a close family friend, and all cancer sufferers.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Ça Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ¡¡¡¡
The patch of dirt on grassy lawn speaks louder then the stone that lies above the slushy mud where grass is neatly grown. The only thing that I can smell is metal, sterile, clean.
"Don't leave me" I whispered, tearing up. She was too weak to talk, too weak to lift her head or even look me in the eyes. "Please, Sasha, please don't do this. Not now.
So, that's it, Been kicked, Out for the count, Now you've gone out, A candle snuffed, Goodbye and stuffed, What can I say.
It's not a night for laughter. It's not a night for fun. It's not a night to sing and dance. Or play and skip and run. It's not a night to dry the tears. Pouring from my eyes.
All I have are memories. Of me and you. That's all I'm left with. Are memories of you. Memories of the. The talks and words. Never spoken but you. Know of the world. Memories of. The lonely nights.
Simon - 16th August He couldn't believe it. He really couldn't believe it. He stared up the road, imagining the horror that must have happened to his best friend... Mere meters from his own home.
"No!" Tears welled in my eyes and spilled over. Mum just hugged me as I watched the news. "Sadly, Chelsea summers didnt come out of her coma.
~Rich~ my phone rang as soon as Id finished Leias note. "Hey," I answered. "Make it quick, Im getting ready to go and visit Leia." "Im sorry, Rich." It was Ian. "Sorry for what?" I asked, nervous.
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