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Why must it have be then. The moment I must get pressed ,within that airplanes skin. That -. our last night together,banging ,. Maybe too never again do such Lovemaking.
I remember the way you looked at me,. The way in which you were always smiling. The way you were always trusting with me,. Even though the problems kept compiling.
---Elisabeth's P.O.V--- I was upstairs in my bedroom, like always. Except this time I was actually kind of happy to tell you the truth.
Driving along. All too often. Flowers by the road. Heavy hearted. My mind full. Of tales of forebode. The road. Has taken. Yet another life. Some ignore. For others. It cuts like a knife. The flowers.
The day was dark As were your eyes Watching our cold breathe Freeze and crystallize In the summer When it grows warm again Will you live again. But for now just lay down and rest your weary head.
They say you never know, What you have until it's gone, You'll leave my life so suddenly, And I will feel so wrong.
Your presence we miss. Your memory we treasure. Loving you always. In our thoughts forever. I hate Tuesdays, you died on a tuesday. You didn't know that, because you where asleep.
WARNING.... CONTAINS 2 SWEARS!.
I could hardly feel the cigarette end between my fingers. Only a slight warmth from the faint shimmering glow as the smoke stroked my fingers before fading into the sterilized white light.
Just heard the news, The worst, You passed away Today, Never got to say Goodbye, Thought you'd pull Through, Last I heard you had Improved, Then this afternoon, You died, So suddenly, Cancer can do...
Twenty five years Phil worked on the line Feeling fine Twenty more days Until Phil retires An industrial hero Twelve hours more Until twenty four Phil punched out Two miles drive Phil thought...
Ƥreface; Ƭhere's been four months between when I buried my sister in a pale satin dress, and now. It's my fault she's dead, too. That's the worst part.
Mummy what's that flower for. Mummy no-one's talking any more Mummy that man looks really sad Mummy has something happened, something bad.
Again it comes, The day to remember, Your passing that day, Let our silence be the sender.
I sit in the memory of Tom, Watching bagpipes and drums, I hear his voice above the crowd, Shooing off a wayward cloud, I remember for him, Sitting in the silent din, Imagining as bombs rained...
When the autumn leaves start falling. I know it's that time again. To make my way down to the memorial. Pay my respects and remember them. The fallen, the departed. Loved ones, dead but not gone.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some...
I wear a black dress made out of lace Standing in front of his final resting place I feel dead inside, too empty to feel Too detached to realise that any of it is real I place the flowers on the cold...
GRIEF, the price we pay for love. When that human connection is there no more. Something I have lived and felt before. Searing, burning stabbing my core. Like the painful ache of a broken heart.
Sat on a bench with a notepad and pen. I sprawl down our fun that we had back then. Dancing together on a luscious night. Watching the sunrise, the yellow so bright.
Livvy, the EXACT thing happened to me last year. Some if the Sixth Formers even SAVED the videos. I'll tell you exactly how I got through it.
CHAPTER 1 Dad I choked and spluttered as clouds of smoke filled my mouth and slid down my throat. My dad held my hand and took me outside the house, stroking my hair.
She sat deep within sorrow, fathoming the life she had she had taken. People could only see the light, the kindness, the burning entity of grace that was residing in her soul, could she live with...
Before me sit the roses, Withered. Dead. And dry. A reminder of my emptiness, A final, sad goodbye.