Silver
Your eyes look through the glass at me, The eyes of the past Fresh, blooming beauty. You had the flower in your hair, Your cheeks so rosy, Your skin so fair.
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Your eyes look through the glass at me, The eyes of the past Fresh, blooming beauty. You had the flower in your hair, Your cheeks so rosy, Your skin so fair.
#household #curtain. When I close my curtains. When I veil my sight. That's when I see her most vividly. And my brain begins the fight. It's a struggle to forget. It's impossible to erase.
Such a pretty face. Such a fucking waste. Why'd you have to die. Couldn't have given live just one more try.. And now you've left me here alone. You've cut me open exposed to the bone.
Can you be forgiven, If the person isn't here. Their aura still a presence, A memory so clear. A friendship was not two way, I never knew it then. But now I cannot call him, Or ask him why and when.
Over this past month an awful lot has happened... It started with Robyn and I getting along really well, it was like we'd been friends for years.
You took my hand. You showed me how. You promised me you'd be around. Uh huh. That's right. I took your words. And I believed. In everything. You said to me. Yeah huh. That's right.
It's so different with you not around, but I know you're in the sky. I know you're watching all of us and helping us get by.
I lost you twenty years ago Yet I still shed a tear. It's been awhile but oh I miss you lots, I fear. Although I cry And sigh and moan Although you died I never feel alone.
Well you say you think life's a game, But your game put to death the one you put to shame. You think it's funny. You like what you said. Well you innocent joke is why she's dead.
#youngwritershousehold That vibrant and erupting sparkle in their eye, The many times they come to you to cry. You're their loving mother, And to them, there is no other.
I would of turned a smile but every little part of me burned with agonising pain A pain that keeps growing like cancer, slowly killing me as I walk, breathe, live But why live.
(For those who care, this is a continuation of Vengeance!, Shipwright's Labor, and Retribution, posted about 25 days ago.) Bone white: The water worn pebbles where our warship sleeps.
I look into you loving eyes, As you slowly fall asleep, Why is it, my love dies, While all others weep.
As I lie down. I can't seem to fall asleep. Thinking of you, tears roll down my face as I frown. Why did u have to go. There I clench my mouth, and my teeth. So much to learn, so much to know.
Birth the time of imagination: what may this baby become. A world out there that needs its throat grabbing; a world out there that needs changing; a world out there that needs its eyes drying.
First person Who was ever nice In the midst of all my trouble You risked a heavy price Yet we still went along Not noticing the pain Until we crash down No hope for gain I wrote my way out With you...
I know you didn't mean. To hurt my mentality. I know you didn't mean. For it to effect me. I know you were having trouble. And that I was young. I know you are still in pain.
(5) The Dinner and a Very Cute Mystery Cutie I pulled out of our driveway and headed down the street to the main road to the highway which it was kind of busy from rush hour.
For once Everything went as planned. I had you, you had me. My hand was in your hand. But like everything else You disappeared far to soon, Tonight my only company Is the moon.
I can't believe it when I open my eyes. Through the windscreen I see three kids. Worse, Holly's sister's kids. I open the truck door and walk over to Holly.
"Always look on the bright side of life" Well this is just great.
My cold finger slip combing through her freshly washed hair. I carefully plait her chocolate locks, calming all the stray hairs. The ends sprawl out under the elastic.
Have you seen my crazy little girl. She lives inside my crazy little world. She's got crazy little eyes. And she's got a crazy little smile. She's such a crazy little thing.
(Bruce was my St. Bernard and I will miss him </3) Here lies my dog, Motionless in his kennel, Unable to wag his tail as he always did.