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Claudia sat on the wet grass, uncaring of the cool seeping through her clothes and chilling her skin. She sat by her sister's grave, laying a short collection of wild flowers at its base.
Why is it that everytime I have these bad dreams she's there. Why is it that every single time, I feel like I'm trapped in a hell-hole and there's no way out.
I woke up in an instant. My lungs begging for air. I had dreamed about Her once again...Her presence still seemed to accompany me. I loved Her...but now she was gone. Could I go on with out her.
That week, I knew what needed to be done. Find who took my wife. Find my daughter. Have revenge. The dreams had stopped, instead I had a dream in which all I did was wake up.
Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you.
Jane (mother) I love him so much. Letting go of something that your love is so incredibly strong for is the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
For just those few weeks I had you to myself. And that seems too short a time to be changed so profoundly. In those few weeks, I came to know you... and to love you.
Chapter 2: "Ana?Ana. Wake up" I moaned and covered my face. "go away!!" "no Ana you have to get up" said someone in a stern voice.
I watched as all the students walked through the halls. My perspective on the world had changed. I knew that I would have to get over her some day but as of right now it felt impossible.
He ran from the building and saw her walking away. He pushed through crowds of people, people screamed insults at him but he didn't care, he had to get to her.
A shuffling of feet. A slurp of strong, black, bland tea. A clearing of the throat. A sea of black. A cough. A sneeze. A whimper. A funeral.
Nobody stops, They pretend they don't stare, When they see you, old man, just sitting there. On that brown painted bench in that popular park, Sometimes until way after dark.
Every day I think what could have been. If you hadn't gone so soon. To have held your hand and walked with you. To have taught you right from wrong. I sit and wonder what would have been.
Does heaven have a phone number. Mommy went to heaven, but I need her here today. My tummy hurts and I fell down; I need her right away. Operator, can you tell me how to find her in this book.
That pitter patter of tiny feet, running circles around my motionless body... Those footsteps in the sand that I always have to follow...
The sands of time are running low, And soon my darling I'll have to go, But know my heart with love you filled, But soon its beating will be stilled, The angels just came sooner then planned, So try...
I lie here in the dark, Our bed is vast & still such a comfort to Me, Though not to not have You in it feels like such a cruel taunt, I fancy You there, in the dark always just out of reach.
I feel them sting my eyes As a lump starts to materialise Deep in my throat And my voice comes out as a croak.
Liam Collier, I went to see you today you would be so proud of everyone that came just for you it was amazing.
Much to come on this. Chatting to my Dad, while on a walk out in the (rare for this weather) sun, a woman drove by, that I mentioned look like his Mom, my Gran, He agreed.
We walked out of the room. Jonny clutched the Yankees cap in his hands, and I clutched Kay's hand. The doctor told us to go home, but, right now, that was the last place we wanted to be.
I wrote a poem for your wedding, and read it out loud - strapped in a corseted dress. my breath faltered and shook from the tightness on my lungs, revelling in your happiness.
Truth Hurts Part 7 I leaned forward, parting my lips slightly and so did he. Then our lips touched, connecting with each other. It was wonderful. He pulled me closer, and I willingly came to him.
Wrote this for a friend of mine. He lost his mum to breast cancer when he was young. I wrote it as if his dad was telling him about his mum. He liked it anyway. Hope you do too.