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You shake with memory, your stomach churns. You drink from time to time - are drunk few and far between. You have a handle and hold it tight - two months away from two years clean.
#adventchallenge That little red breast pops up at my window telling me that winter is here. That little red breast pops up at my window telling me that Grandma is near.
For my brother Love Begins and Ends a Morning Storm My brother A light A night twinkle Still so bright A breeze So gentle and soft Our hearts safely keep So nothing's lost A kookaburra Waking...
"You can't keep making potions to forget!" Mikel roared. "Until this pain abates I will continue to do whatever is required to survive it," Torin replied, his tone sharp and tense.
"You can't keep making potions to forget!" Mikel roared. "Until this pain abates I will continue to do whatever is required to survive it," Torin replied, his tone sharp and tense.
Omg you never know. When that call will come. It's never ever expected. It always strikes you dumb. Omg must be the shock. My head hurts me so. All the thoughts rush around.
The loss of someone you love. Is a crater of devastation. Full of empty words. Lonely places. Grieving faces. The loss of someone you love. Suffocates each breath. A heaviness in you.
Every first of every twelfth. We brave the Chelmsford cold. I'd like to say we toast your health. But we can't, if truth be told. It's a day like any other. But it's spent among the graves.
She walked through the icy path, her hands in her pockets. Her face was white but as beautiful as the wintery sun. Every breath she took. The white smoke escaped her lips, then faded into the air.
By Gemma Doyle. Miranda's tears had stopped but her face was puffed and she couldn't help but think of Tom.
By Gemma Doyle. Miranda's parents heard her scream and ran to the kitchen but she was in her room. Then they saw the paper on the floor and picked it up.
Cancer is like poison, Running through your veins. Toying with our thoughts, Playing little games. It's a devious master, Out to get us all. He wants to destroy you, It's become a wall.
I'm here all alone Theres No one to really talk to Closing my eyes shut My thoughts are just all of you My scars are on my beaten up heart I lie down on my bed I can't believe we are now...
Flash of lights, Squeal of breaks. Slam of feet, The whole world quakes. Slam of doors, Scream of fear. Sobs of despair, Lost someone dear. Shatter of glass, So much pain. Bright red face, Tear stain.
It ends With a room Filled with Family, Friends, Flowers on Your new, Wooden Home, Six-by-two, Lined with Silk, Waiting to Take you Back In an urn, Words of Condolence And Concern, A song, A speech,...
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.
As she lay there dying, I stood beside her crying. So much needed to be said, But she laid motionless on the bed. The tears streamed down my face, She could never be replaced.
I switched the girl into one arm and somehow had the strength to carry the boy as well. Through the smoke, I looked around for an exit. All I managed to see was a window with no glass.
I looked ahead and couldn't believe What I saw - do my eyes decieve. There's a box, wrapped in ribbon that's ravish me red. I open it up and look inside.
Part 1 *^*^*^*^* I trudged to school through the noisy mud. Why did it rain so much in England.
(Story idea if I don't carry on with Black Swan.) (Don't know what name to use for a title!) I sat on the damp street tears mixed with rain drops rolling down my face.
In the churchyard by my home To my mother's grave I often go. I shed my tears then carry on. She is lost. But I am strong. By her grave a lily grows. Pain and death is all it shows.
Mum, you left us We didn't know why. And yes I was older But you know I still cry The bosom that comforted Fed and that hurt so so bad I wonder these days whether you too are sad.
I was on my knees Breaking down When you picked me up And told me that I Could do anything As long as I tried Painted the words on the wall You told me I was a miracle You gave me hope And you gave...