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With one quick blink the time has gone, an era past, time to move on. Your suitcases packed, furnishings gone, spaces created, so long.
He Is There He Is Always There Going T H R O U G H your H E A D Sleepless nights spent in bed Thinking Thinking ...
I used to laugh at your shoebox of souvenirs, Little keepsakes collected over the years. Love notes and letters before texts were the thing, Moments in time describing how you made my heart sing.
Maybe one ill see you again,. Hopefully soon cause I can't take the pain,. Loosing you was my biggest regret,. One that won't leave one ill never forget,.
I wish I new how to save a life, Cause if I did u would still be here now, We'd still be together I'd soon be ur wife, But somehow this happend and nobody knows how, Everything has gone my world has...
My mother is dead. Pain pulses and pounds To the very finger tips of my being, Then curls back viciously, vacuously, Violating every sinew back to my heart.
#sundayrepost That familiar and unpleasant feeling of anxiety was present in Thayne's stomach as he made his way slowly through the rows of beds and lawns.
They are sleeping. Sleeping under the snow. Snow like a blanket. Keeps them in the deep sleep. We waddle around them. Or more like, the gravestones. "15 years...". But that won't make me.
Mummy thank you, Keeping me safe and warm, All curled up here, From the world's harm. I hear your voice, Laughing, singing, Deciding which is the right choice, Can you feel my heart beating. Mummy...
As I drown in fathoms of pain, I know you won't come back again, And as I'm sinking, ever falling, It's your love that I am mourning.
As I drown in fathoms of pain I know you won't come back again And as I'm sinking, ever falling It's your love that I am mourning @Platypus I try to stand against the tide Waves of tears that I...
As I drown in fathoms of pain. I know you won't come back again. And as I'm sinking, ever falling. It is your love that I am mourning. @Platypus. I try to stand against the tide.
Velma she gone wasn't in no pain very silent sitting on the couch. Arriving every morning at 4:30 AM we speak said good morning. Watching her as she listen to the gospel channel everyday, not saying.
Lost in a field of grass, winds move me as I go, memories of my past, sad emotions begin to flow.
Daisies fall As winter stole summers thrill. Long nights Of missing your perfect will. Morning light As the story grows ever old. Icy heart Your voice everlasting cold.
Tick... A bead of sweat creeps down my spine... Tock... Turn my back so she can't see my cryin'... Tick... Fingertips sensitive to the lightest touch... Tock... How can my ego devour itself so much...
[S O N G] You left, You left, Yeah you left. Left for another life, Left for a better life.
#acrostic The saddest type of crying is the silent one The crying when everyone else is asleep The one where your heart is aching and your eyes become red from tears.
It hurt when you left. It hurt so very much. I know that you're gone. But I miss your gentle touch. I'd cross the oceans. One through seven. Just to get. your taste of heaven. I miss your lips.
The very next day, I begged mama to let me stay home from school. "I could help you here!" I said desperately. "I can manage." She said, wiping a tear.
That very minute she drew her final breath, mama went crazy. She started to sob uncontrollably until some of the town folk came into our house and did our chores. I was devastated.
Rows and rows of broken dreams. Letters carved in stone. Friends and family left behind. Shattered and alone. Some have flowers, some have notes. Some are simply bare. A crying woman speaks to one.
You are the softest angel You are the brightest star I would travel for eternity Just to find where you are You are my guiding wisdom Your my fight I find within You gave me strength and passion...
When I laid there beside you, Could you feel me there. My arms were wrapped around you, And I was stroking your hair. I was talking about all the good times, For me they were every single day.