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Close your tiny eyes And rest your itty head It's time to sleep my little one, It's time to go to bed. Float off in a silver pool, Drift away from me, Reality cannot compare, The magic you will see.
[O] nly one day that you were my mum, you took so long to find. [N] ever wanted to let you go, please forever mine. [E] ven when you told me, that you had less time to live.
I sat so nervously to listen to the learned doctor speak A scruffy man, his suit all crumpled, not at all crisp or neat And then it came, The word formed on lips formed clumsily. No. He couldn't.
Chapter 1 (This is a 1D fanfic, but it's more than that. You don't have to be a Directioner to like this story. Please give it a chance.) "Niall stop it!" I giggled.
So this is the next two chapters in the story. Chapters 5&6. Sorry if this upsets anyone... Enjoy.
Beep beep, it drives me crazy,that's one reason I stopped the treatment.The treatment was hard too get out of,and mum wasn't happy either,I saw doctor Joseph walking toward my room," Alice, we have...
You would have been Romeo, If your mother had her way, Which I think befits you nicely, If I'm allowed to say.
And I looked into her sleeping face. Such beauty is unaccountable.
My mother brings me here Every day for an hour, She thinks it will help, But it just makes my mood sour. I open the door, A cold wind chills my spine, Everyone's faces are Pale, just like mine.
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.
Inspired by two words on a poem written by hingaling "Collaborating clock" She is slouched in the ward waiting,whilst the clock ticks as the sound resonates, across the silent room It is her proof...
#beginningline Unaware of what lurked in the darkness I was born screaming into this world of yours, innocence bleeding from every pore, wonder and illumination present, but more; a sense that...
"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.
On a cold winter morning, I wake with a big smile on my face. It was Christmas morning and it would probably be my last. A girl like me, with a tumor covering half of her brain, is as happy as can be.
She hugged her knees as she sat slumped under the christmas tree, Ed Sheeran's "Give Me love" playing softly in the background. She hoped for someone to show up.
Girl: Hey Boy: Hey, why weren't you at school. Girl: I had to go to hospital. It doesn't matter. May i ask you a question. Boy: Yeah, sure Girl: Do you love me. Boy: more than you'll ever know.
The Burden is relative to all of us. We choose and decide what aspect of our life is a burden.
#colourchallenge. A face of ashen,. It was apparent then,. Not long left,. Before she took her last breath,. Laying in a bed of white,. October day light,. Slowly fading drifting away,.
I have so many aches and pains already, But the best are those that come from being wrapped around your sholders. I am thankful they are broad enough to carry me.
Ꮋeartstrings Nostalgia overcame me as I took in the scene before me. I allowed myself to slowdown so that my wife could also enjoy the heartwarming view.
My voice shaking, I clutched the phone and told him the whole story.
~A sample of a story I'm writing. Should I finish it. Any suggestions for the ending. Let me know.
Just one last kiss One last warm embrace Let me memorise Your sweet face Letters are written I've organised and read They gave me six months Before this disease spread I've been blessed I've had...
Somebody told me that you were dying, As soon as I found out I burst out crying. You're such a lovely innocent girl, With big brown eyes and dark curls.