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All curled up in the corner, I am a terrible mourner. Tears falling from my face, Still trying to find my own place. A part of me just died with you. And I know that you are crying to.
A little note~ Not written from personal experience, just inspired by a poem read in English. Together, that's what you said. Always together. You lied.
I'm not at my happy place, At this point in time, I'm really finding it hard, To make this rhyme. On 2011, 29th September I lost my best friend, And I shall always remember.
The loss of lives, A pity state. A turning stone, A brand new plate. We say goodbye, We turn our heads. We pray at night, In our soft beds. The nightmares swirl, The memories coil.
The crunching as I pass. Across the shattered glass. I ignore the pain. Beautiful in the past. Why didn't it last. All because of him. Now that it is shattered. No one thinks it mattered.
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.
I knew that there would come a day. A time where I would know the way. But until then I was lost and cold. Felt my bones getting thin and old. But I had you to show me the way.
#description. A loner. Who's hardly ever seen. Skin as pale. as vanilla ice cream. A nocturnal creature. Who owns the moonlight. You don't want to meet him. in the middle of the night. A predator.
Remember that time When we went swimming. We splashed and played, And just had fun. I miss that. Remember that time We climbed to the top of the hill, And realised we forgot the picnic.
That's me in the corner. Biting at my own feet. Theres no place I want to go now. No where I want to be. No use for these appendages. I'll die here on this spot. Don't need a thousands reminders.
When someone close to you dies, it's hard; because everyone else is just carrying on like nothing happened, because for them nothing did happen, when your world was practically ripped to shreds.
#movement. You appeared before me, at the speed of light. I was waiting for another, that cold winter night. You stood before me in a velveteen coat. Staring within me, caressing me throat.
In memory of Sarah Hancock who passed 18th September 2012, aged 35...
The day passed by quite nicely, I love a Tuesday, me. 'Tis when I get the day alone, Just once a week, just me. But something happened...
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...
It's that time of year again Four years have gone by quickly The memories are ever laying but they are slowly fading They aren't as vivid as before When I think back I miss you more Your smile Your...
A hand above the water. An angel reaching for the sky. Is it raining in heaven. Do you want us to cry. And everywhere the broken hearted. On every lonely avenue. No one could reach them.
This hasn't been a long story at all.
I'm always next to you when you are in need. I acted as a shield and warned others not to come near you. When you finally go to school, I waited alone at home for your return.
Med en cigarett och en mugg billigt kaffe sitter jag här Funderar på livet och hur de vore om du aldrig gått Om jag aldrig skrivit på pappret för din avlivning.
Thanks to @gazplend for writing this poem for me...
I've not had it for a while, But that's my coping style. Random, spontaneous crashes. Where tears adorn my lashes. I may not cry at their death. Or at the funeral when they've left.
This is probably the last one of these, although I'll probably post them randomly whenever I'm feeling down.
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.