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I was thinking back to the first time I really started to love him, and I've manage to trace my feelings for him back to when we were six or seven years old.
This one is less of a memory, and more of a song that we used to listen to. When I listen back to it now though, I can't help but pick up on its relevance now he's dead.
Pushing through the crowd. Desperate heart dying. The last night of stars. In the sky they're crying. Tears run down my face. Surely my heart is broken. Death will come as too soon.
Have you in my heart. Even though, you're up there with god. I miss you now. Wanna give you a hug and smile. Almost in tears. You're beside me. Such a wonderful man. I know you'd love to see.
#household The snow that day was falling so softly. It drifted down slowly in big wet clumps. I remember laughing at how it was building up into little mounds on top of Mayzie's new red hat.
The lights go out. As the world collides. I can't feel the pain. I feel nothing inside. Nothing but tears. The ones that you left. I hear as they echo. With your final breath.
I hear your voice. In the distance. A sudden cry for help. I run towards your crying plea. I'm sorry for the hand you've been dealt. I promised to keep you safe. But I feel I may be just too late.
Everything is quiet. Everything is peaceful. The crickets are singing. The moon is out. The stars are in the midnight sky. Then came the fire, and everything went black. When I opened my eyes.
11 months ago, my beautiful boyfriend Nate passed away.
I squeezed my eyes tight and held my fist out in front of me. Running the small coin through my fingers, I tried to remember everything my big sister, Eve, had told me about wishes...
Recently I've been Finding joy at The bottom of An empty bottle, Doesn't matter What as long as Alcoholic content Is above a good 5%, And I drink until I don't miss you, Until the love, The hate, The...
I feel like there's so much to say. But how do I show it that way. I'm Trippin over stones. When people are breaking bones. I'm falling to sleep yet people don't have anything to eat.
Where darkness thrives and beauty dies,. Bring the bodies to say your last goodbyes,. A sadness, deep, perfection lost,. Many precious lives have not been without cost,.
With a sharp tug, it went away, And I tumbled and fell today, You stole away sure-footed land, And took back a once-held hand, A rug pulled from beneath my feet, Every light turned off in this...
Simon - 16th August He couldn't believe it. He really couldn't believe it. He stared up the road, imagining the horror that must have happened to his best friend... Mere meters from his own home.
There's no monster under my bed. Just a box of memories that lurk instead. Memories of her. Of a happier time. No one's memories but mine. They wait for me to venture under.
Sometimes I need friendship. And sometimes I need sleep. Sometimes I need you to love me. And own my heart to keep. Sometimes I need a shadow. To be with me when I'm sad. I wish you were with me now.
We use to laugh,. We use to play,. We were best friends in every way,. Me, I was six and you were five,. We both felt bright,. Were both alive,. We painted walls,. With pots of glue,.
I can feel the time approaching Memories of you encroaching Into everything I do It's that time to think of you Maybe this time will be the last Perhaps now I can exorcise the past I don't ever want...
A smiling face, within a frame, A moment caught in time, So long ago, yet yesterday, Engraved upon my mind.
Jag kämpar för att hålla mig på ytan Men mina känslor dränker mig Hur ska jag klara mig utan Nu när du lämnat mig Hur ska jag orka andas i denna storm När ska jag sluta tänka -om.
As I lie still, slowly dying, I know that my end will have you crying. One pull of the trigger and the stab of a knife, Will leave my whole family in their greatest strife.
It's been a while, I cant remember now for how long you've been gone . But all the memories are still complete and never be forgotten.
#household Down the corridors Of my used-to-be home All has burned All the mem'ries come Where we used to play Barbies and tic-tac-toe Telling little secrets Nobody'll ever know Our...