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It seemed I had lost you for a while watched you hold a strangers hand that was mine searching for a spark in dementia's darkness Now somehow, i have you back free from pain happy and...
Heart splitting in two, Stealing away memories of you. Toss over the pain, Give me the blame. It was my fault you went, Leaving my heart out to rent.
Little origami cranes Flutter around my room Little origami cranes Stirring far too soon. Little origami cranes You were his and mine, Little origami cranes And now is not the time.
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 sit here on the swing set, Alone, The brook nearby feels like home, An old photo in my hand, I smiled, Remembering when we played in the sand, That box is gone now and our tree house is old, We...
Oh tell me when this will all go. I can't take much more of this feeling of woe. Thirteen years, right to this day, Was the last time I saw you alive that way.
Me and you, forever and always. That's how it was meant to be. It wasn't meant to end like this, So quickly and suddenly. We had some good times, you and me. We wished they would never end.
He may not be here anymore, and he hasn't been here for 8 months now; but that doesn't mean I don't think about him every second of every day.
My favourite song right now...
I have two really special teddies. One is a lion called Lucky, the other is a woollen cat called Tessa. Lucky was my prize from when I win the Tombola in Bridlington.
They walked me outside, to the gate of the school. I gave them a quick hug and ran out the gate. Waited for the bus and got on. It was a young man driving the bus.
A single red rose, Alone in a field. All by itself. Nothing to shield. The sun is shining, In the summer sky. The heat is killing. The world is dry. Winds from the east. Dark clouds hover above.
There once was this boy named Eric who was always alone. This boy never knew how to make friends but he always knew how to make up his own little adventure.
I find these small little coincidences to be happening constantly while I'm here. Things that allude to my grandma are popping up everyday during my daily routine.
That night I went to my aunts grave. I sat there in her favourite dress of mine, a rich cream coloured dress that I knew Nate loved too. I put down a white rose, as I did whenever I went there.
It was all good so far..
My life was full, varied and long. But now it's time for me to sing a different song. PLEASE remember me fondly, with memories good. For I tried to love you all, like a mother should.
Tears hurt. Heart aches. Minds on overtime. Don't no how much more I can take. Family's mourning. Arguments have started. Why don't people respect. That our dear nans departed.
I gazed across the room at him, his golden hair gleaming as he made his way across the classroom.
White as snow, clear as ice. Adorned in black lace... Ignorant to advice. We told her to leave, To get up and go, Whilst she still had the reprieve. But she didn't listen, Her husband now dead...
I stood on the ledge - rigid. The bitter cold breeze blew my hair in my face as I stared down into the sparkling waves of the sea. I slipped my feet out of my worn down, Nike trainers.
It's such a hard thing to grasp, The knowledge that you will not last, Some hidden illness inside you, Giving you that greenish hue, I wonder why in sadness, And put it all down to madness, People...
24th July 2004 10:34 pm .It was like a cage of butterflies with a thousand nuclear bombs that had emptied out into my body. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
I stood on the ledge - rigid. The bitter cold breeze blew my hair in my face as I stared down into the sparkling waves of the sea. I slipped my feet out of my worn down, Nike trainers.