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There's flowers on the table Two settings used by one I watch the petals falling Heartache's just begun There's no you Postman came a callin' To put paper through my...
Finally, I've been strong Finally I'm strong enough To get over some things, But then. It just takes only one Second to break everything .
Another year has come and past, Another year, now home at last, My drouth's for you my pretty one.
Less than 2 weeks from. My birthday. That's when she passed. But that was 2012. Now there's. Less than 2 weeks. Until my birthday. She isn't here. One thing. One thing I want. For when I turn. 12.
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. He clutched a bouquet in his hands with sweaty fingers.
I ran into the fire. (I saw your face in the flames). I ran into the storm. (In the wind I heard your name). I ran into the night. (I thought I'd find you there). I ran into the sea.
Note: this is not lovey dovey and a bit gloomy really. A sad political valentine.
A torrent of salty tears Trying to drown her broken heart Attempting to ease her fears Aimlessly wondering where you are Heaven or hell.
Pictures hanging on the wall. One by one they start to fall. Try to put some up but not all. Pictures falling on the floor. As I walk towards the door. I know I don't belong here anymore.
His shoulders, heavy. His hands, numb. His words, unspoken. His expression, glum. His life, lifeless. His visions, blurred. His thoughts, empty. His speech, slurred. His bottle, full.
So much hope and ambition, i remember the day. Taken too early, now so far away. Life emptied out, memories all thats left. Reality hits me, takes the breath from my chest.
And I looked into her sleeping face. Such beauty is unaccountable.
[D]riftwood girl,. [R]unning with the tide. [I] dream of you at sea, sometimes. [F]ar away, sometimes near. [T]o me, but the sea is deep and. [W]ide, lovers memories lost in tide,.
"Soldiers yes But not by choice" A line I wrote before my tears silenced my voice Too young to die Too pure to die I just want to know why.
So much I have yet to say, I have yet to find a way, Would I could just tell you all, Afraid I am that you won't call. The phone is silent, Landline dead, Regretting all I did and said.
This house has the same texture as my old And forgot Favorite toy from my childhood, his name was Tram an Old wooden puppet with Removable arms you can Use for a back scratcher, that was my Favorite...
The words have been leaked from the pen. Holy words that no one wanted to say back than. But someone had to come out and put it right. Someone decided to say with their last night.
Shattered skylines. Broken things. A bursting sunset. And painted wings. As leaves fall. The pain declines. Like the ebb and flow. Of the ever changing tides. A music box. That no longer plays.
There's a handprint on my mirror.
I'm done being all on my own, I dreamed a dream a while ago that my heart was full of love. All I need is one day more, to have the time to hear the people sing.
Hailstones pounded the sodden earth, whistling through the chill April air and raining blows on Luke's head. He felt nothing. Sitting on a rickety wooden bench on Hampstead Heath, he was numb.
The rain falls down, swallowed by the ground. And it's the same drip, the same lonely sound. I taste the wet air, spreading in my chest. Clean the debris, leave nothing left.
I woke up on that day,. happy, it was our one month anni,. it was a day to remember,. 26th of february,. Texted her before i went to school,. tole her that i love her,.
Read my name on stone, forever here i lay. Look up to the night sky, i'm never far away. If i don't wake up, do not shed a tear for me. Decisions define us all, but right here i'll always be.