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#myfallenangel. Part 1. Rest I call. To you my fallen angel. You were there from the very start. I thank you. With these words. You watched me when I went down. On my knees and when I cried.
I am the whisper in your ear, on dark and lonely nights. I am the breeze across your brow, and the hope you hold so tight. I am the brightness in the shadows, the ray of peaceful light.
The sound of tidal waves breaking Echoes along the empty beach. I wiggle my toes in the cold sand As to the sky, seagulls reach. I draw a face in the sand And a wave comes along and ruins it.
He lies there not breathing. On the hospital bed. Only a fortnight ago. Did we both wed. His face like an angel. No pain anymore. He's gone somewhere better. Than he was before.
Two new necklaces With little silver hearts. I got them for us To say we'll never be apart. We're confused little children, But we sure had fun. Up all night camping, Running round in the sun.
#myfallenangel. Part 3. I know last time we spoke. I finally said goodbye. And all it took to get me here. Was that I had to die. Inside a box imprisoned. No way to move ahead.
I sat on the sand, my knees pulled to my chest, and watched the waves crawl forward and back with ease. The rain was coming down lightly, making a rippled effect upon the surface.
The patch of dirt on grassy lawn speaks louder then the stone that lies above the slushy mud where grass is neatly grown. The only thing that I can smell is metal, sterile, clean.
I ran for a while, not really sure where I was going. I was running out the past 12 years of my life.
The first time that I saw you, you were playing "Catch the Wind," Strumming away on your guitar, with your cheesy grin.
Prologue: To the Child. ----------------------------. If I could paint a picture of you. I'd paint your eyes a shade of blue. You're smile the smile I always see. This beautiful picture just for me.
It's not a night for laughter. It's not a night for fun. It's not a night to sing and dance. Or play and skip and run. It's not a night to dry the tears. Pouring from my eyes.
Again I've stayed up late, Because for my dad I'm gonna wait, Well reading some poems here and there, There's a distant ringing I hear.
Sail the seas of moonlight, Meet me by the shore. I'll help you fix your damaged boat And then we'll sail some more. Across the endless horizon, We'll sail with soundless cries.
It was like the stars knew you. The way they twinkled that night. Like they were so deeply in love. That they showed you their beautiful light. And your blue eyes shone. They're light and never lie.
#accrostic W here have you gone. H e misses your heat, E arly in mornings, R eal; stuck on repeat. E ven at night time, H e waits for your breath, A lovely calm moment, V eers back to that 'death'.
Rest I call. To you my fallen angel. You were there from the very start. I thank you. With these words. You watched me when I went down. On my knees and when I cried.
I lay there. Still, As the first flake of snow fell onto the window. That's how I've remembered you for two years when I last saw you. You were my everything. I just regret seeing you on that day...
I am alone. I will never have the. "Faery tale ending". There will be nothing but-me. By myself in an old. Rocking chair. Watching the sun chase. The moon. In that endless dance. They do.
Since about Wednesday, I've had difficulty sleeping.
I could not save your life No more than I could stop the tide But know, you know, how hard I tried And how I cried When your hand left mine.
They say you have a choice You get to decide if you stay But how do you choose.
You know, I could hardly help it. You were there, and now you're not. Unspoken words and sidelong glances, Your presence gone left a missing friend. I'm not a person from the perfect songs.
She shook her head empathetically at me, her lips pursed in small frown. Her genuine words still rung in my ears, singeing my heart with every repetition. “It’s been two years...” Two years.