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When I run I feel I could fly. Just take off and reach for the sky. The beat of my heart drives me on faster. My rhythm and stride I must master. Running for miles watching scenery pass.
Broken Days pass and I remember all the times we had Times when it felt like I had all the time with you in the world.
A bunnies death Is never pleasant Especially when Everyone loved it It started with a voice That was in moderate panic There was a snake in the rabbit hutch We all stood up, very frantic "wake up,...
As the day flitters on,. I look at your grave,. A good dog,. The dog that behaved,. I miss your bark,. I miss your play,. I miss you every single day,. I hold your old collar,. I hold it tight,.
We miss your face, We miss your smile. And we know we won't meet, For quite a while. You left your memories, In the past. And we'll make sure, That they are sure to last.
So long and goodnight. You're gone but it's alright. I'll let the candle burn. One day It'll be my turn. No tears shed tonight. Peace is shinning bright. I'm done with sad.
Maybe I will cry for days, Or maybe I'll move on. Maybe I will weep and wail, Or act like you're not gone. Maybe I shall think of it, Or maybe I'll forget.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
Tessa, You were only young when cancer took you, You may be gone from sight, But you'll never leave our hearts, Even though you were in Australia, You felt like my best friend.
In age I wander, wise and untied The past behind, nothing to hide. A life of living, sharing all tried, My loving wife, the heart of me died.
It makes me sad to think we'll never be one. That we'll never do any of those silly, seemingly mundane things like eating dinner together or sitting down and watching TV.
Normally, if I tell myself to stop crying, I can. But right now…right now I can't stop myself. My throat's constricted and tears keep rolling down my face by the bucket load. I'm dead inside.
Today, I am sad. Nine months ago, mum called, over the moon. Today, I held little Ellie in my arms. Too cold. To frail.
She wants to lie by the ocean, She wants to lie by the sea, She wants to lie on the sand dunes, I know this because she told me.
I miss you all, I hope you don't think I'd forget you. I love you, I prayed so hard just to get you. Now you are gone. Not having you here has felt completely wrong.
Seeking solace in solitude I pine the days away Wishing for a better light To make me want to stay Around me war is raging Inside I'm lost at sea I need to find some peace I submit to...
This is an extract from my childhood diary, 17 days after the death of my eight year old sister, Isobel. Dear Universe I think about her sometimes, when the whole house is quiet.
There's a hub-bub in the kitchen Filled with raucous reminiscing And I do feel that I'm missing Good fun going on.
"Jason!" that was it. The last word from your sweet mouth. I open my eyes and recall that dreadful day, the day that bastard took you from my life. Ronald Dowsey, local drunk.
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.
In memory of @melody - rest in peace. I wish for something, a little tale, A story to keep us going. Poems that rhyme with floorless rhythm, Or a quote to stop us weeping.
There is no existence left. I no longer belong.
-I had this saved, unsure if I've posted it before, but I'm proud of this one.- The day was mist and cloud banks, You came to me and cried, You told me you were sorry, and- You never should have...