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Onyx tears flow from my eyes. Deaths younger sister. In a beautiful disguise. Dyed black is my heart. Once as cold as this stone. Turn you to memories dust. From skin and bone. No longer can I bear.
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.. I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.. I whined to you softly, as you brushed away a tear..
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.
Det känns som att jag tjatar Använder orden som jag hatar Att jag gråter, lider och mår skit Att jag inte vill något hellre än att du hittar hit Att du kommer hem Och aldrig vänder om igen Vår tid i...
#household The small chest, it lays in his closet. Hed never dared to open the thing, not since his minset Was overturned by sadness and tragedy But maybe in it lays the remedy.
On the day you passed away, A part of me passed on too, And left behind an empty heart, Broken from the loss of you.
The darkness filling the air. Water pouring from the sky. Standing in the rain. Drowning out the pain. On my knees at your grave.
Black doesn't suit this happy place. Black draped where red always reigned. Sobriety hangs were laughs did. With a great china doll in a box. No black doesn't suit this happy place.
My back against your grave My eyes scanning the stars My feet tapping to nothing much My fingers tracing my scars.
Adorned in night-black, of elasticacted thwack, on knickered thong of soft ass, you stop, with subtle spread, above me, laid stiff, on my grassy, clay bed Thighs, high on leg long,...
I was there. When you took your last breath. I held you hand. I couldn't stay. In that room. I hope you'll understand. Every day. I think of you. A life taken too soon. I used to tell. Your son.
You're slipping through our fingers, Don't think there's anything we can do. I'm sure it's the end of the line this time, There's no way you can pull through.
How do you fix what is broken. How do you heal what is hurt. How do you pick up all the pieces that have been scattered and lost in the dirt.
I did not weep when my father died. The pain and heartache,held inside. There were no teardrops from my eyes. but my soul was screaming to the skies.
I hear you calling for me in my dreams, A single tear drop turns to streams, You left this world far too soon, Taken by the light of the moon.
I'm not ready. It happened before. Not ready to loose you. Not yet anyways. I love you. I miss you. I wish I could see you're smiling face. Just one last time.
I feel like a shadow As though I am not really here Such apprehension has gripped my heart Of what do I fear. The world is somehow foreign now.
I clutched his hand. It was a smooth, cold reminder that he was gone forever. I could never kiss his lips again, hug his waist, poke his ribs, or share a secretive smile with him again. He was gone.
You lay curled up in a ball, with such perfectly formed hands nearly clasped.Your delicate fingers almost intertwined. Your eyes remain closed as though slumber was sweet.
I looked through the crowd, I could see sparkling tears on everyone's faces. Everyone's but mine. Of course I was sad he died, he was the love of my life.
Though the days grow darker, and the nights grow cold and long. Though I can no longer hear your laughter, and no longer feel I belong.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.