Life's little things
Nothing seems the same anymore Since oceans spread across us and I stand regret at the shore Missing you more more Every summer breeze Warm and memories pass me Is this me missing missing...
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Nothing seems the same anymore Since oceans spread across us and I stand regret at the shore Missing you more more Every summer breeze Warm and memories pass me Is this me missing missing...
So ladies and gentlemen if you have children or have nieces and nephews or know folk that have had kiddies. You'll know that the lady in question always has a birth story.
Another month passes by. Pages fly off the calendar, What I thought Was yesterday seems so far. Memories fly by, Slipping through my hands. I only remember some, Short strands.
Oh sweet recall. And memory. Bring back winter's history,. Of playing in. The snow with you. Like we were children,. Snowball fight. Till soaking through. And building snowmen,.
Fate, it's a strange thing. It acts at the weirdest times Never when you want it to, And always when you're not looking, Unexpecting, ever deceiving.
Happily together our song is sung, In the form of beautiful words upon paper To treasure and keep for years to come Never to be opened until much later.
I see you In a photo, So far away Might as well Be a different World, But your Smile still Rings out Like a Dawn chorus, The same as It ever was, And you still Wear the Necklace I gave you Six months...
Now for the reality, what I'm like now that he's gone. I sleep with a line of three pillows parallel to my body so if I roll over, I can feel the rough outline of him next to me.
"Are you happy?" came the question from his therapist. "Is anyone happy?" was the reply he gave.
Did you take that photo of us. Did you pin it up.
Listen up. To the tale of where it all began. The moment. When I knew you were the man. For me. The only one my heart can see. Don't you go. No don't you go. Don't you know. I'm out here alone.
#emotion #loss Drifting through the graveyard, Of earth and gem and stone, You know, you know, if here you go, You never are alone.
#emotion #loss (true story, written in the view of my parents, many, many years ago.). Sitting in the hospital, upon a satin bed,. Where, once again, the camera took a picture of your head,.
You hold onto all who's lived and died Your emotions and feelings can't hide You get out what you put into this life We all take our fair share of pain and strife Some live and laugh till their...
Today was the day that his truest love returns. He wanted to hear all about what she had learnt. She and some friends were backpacking together. He told his sweetheart that he would wait forever.
I watched that crimson colour brew, Becoming rusty, reminding me of you... Of your last words, on your last breath. Before you left me, and went with death. But I pull myself from that dark scene.
There's a great library in the sky, And it's filled to the top with books. Each has a different author, But none can be borrowed or took.
Turn back the clock, You'll see what unfolds. Memories, stories of young and old. A man with six wives, A man with a dream. Without all these figures, What would life mean.
Ever hear a song And remember a certain time or place You'd almost forgotten its been that long Brings either smiles or tears across you face Memories evoked Where you where Thoughts provoked...
#nature #tree @iPikachu Not a poem or song, but people avoided songs after the third or so round and there was no preset genre... So here.
There's a spark Like a shooting star, Or faceted diamond, An explosion, The beginning And end of A new world In your great, Naive green eyes, Wide as lakes, Deep as space, Full of promise,...
The leaves have fallen again, of the old maple tree. Painting the ground red, As the rule of destiny.
Your school satchel, held together. Patches; Nineties funk and grunge. Smiley face and button pins. Hawked across an outstretched wing. To carry, witness, bare recall. Diary pages, points of import.
A path, long and winding, So long since trod upon, green shoots have sprouted Across its direction And now sway softly, Interrupted only by weeds and thistles Accidentals in the melody The embowered...