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Tears down my cheeks, Running hot and cold, I knew you'd never last, Everyone gets old. It's still a nice illusion, To have you always there, No matter what I do or did, You would never care.
It went quiet. The house settled edgily On council concrete. Embarrassed plumbing Gurgled once, then stopped. I sniffed, The sound not cushioned By flesh or conversation, Burst on barbed seconds.
On a cold rainy night in Hertfordshire heavily pregnant 'Carol Frost' climbed off her red leather sofa and waddled over to answer the door "Who could that be" she mused.
03.09.96 - 30.04.12 R.I.P Liam Collier, for some reason i carry on hoping and thinking and wishing all this was just one big nasty dream but hey it isnt :'( babe you was one in a million.
My gramp was a dear old soul. A serious man. Intellectually blessed. He was my mentor. My wise old man. Who always knew what to do. A true father figure. He loved me as his own. He cooked for me.
You'd met the boys loads of times and had developed a massive crush on Siva, the handsome, mysterious member of the band.
In the morning our eyes first met, In the evening we could not forget. In the morning our bond grew strong, In the evening it wouldn't be long.
The light streams in. A noise screams through the silence; It didn't wake me. Insomnia has taken your place, I lie with it in bed at night. No sleep in which to dream; Maybe a blessing in disguise.
The doctor came to see my dad The news I hoped would make me glad Instead a dread of all things bad Without him here forever sad The doctor came to see my mum My fathers passing had left her...
They were the days allotted for us. They were the days, all those years ago, when our time stood still, just for the two of us.
Time stood still when you left us, though mornings turned to night. Day broke through the darkness, but some would remain inside us, we're all to human, our hubris marks us.
[For my wonderful Nan, who can no longer be with me in person, but who is always here in my heart.] I made for you a garden Where lilac roses bloom And in a peaceful corner I built a bench for two I...
It's been a while since he's drove down this stretch. I can see the sweat just breaking on his brow, yet his body trembles as if cold.
'You can shed tears that he is gone, Or you can smile because he has lived. You can close your eyes & pray that he'll come back, Or you can open your eyes & see all that he's left.
Truth Hurts Part 5 "Oh. My. God." I said, eyes wide. The police officer stood before me. "Are you Lisa Selis?" He asked, eyes unlighted. "This is she." I answered, scared.
I cry and cry and cry. I'm not trying to be selfish, but why didn't I know. My own mother... I stand up and throw my pillow at the wall. "No, no , no!!!!!!!!!!" I scream.
This Isn't Goodbye Sept 11 2011 1:13 AM Your name. A name so guarded I feel retarded trying to remember how I feel.
I looked around the room. It was dull and bland, and there was nobody there except from Jonas and I. I sighed deeply and stared into his warm eyes. He grasped my hand, interlocking our fingers.
Being the barer of bad news. Having to watch people cry. Looking at the shock and horror on faces. As dreams fall from the sky. Breaking the hearts of people. People who you care for.
Everything seemed perfect. I heard the birds twittering and felt the warm sun hitting my uncovered skin. I laid down in the grass and closed my eyes. Memories flooding my mind. Back to last summer...
Sitting in my room listening to the rain, thinking to myself that " if you were to appear at my window at this very moment I don't think I would react as I normally do".I wouldn't scream your name...
Little angel, sent from God To a desperate mother in need, You touched the hearts of those you loved, With every word and deed.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.
Actions cannot be undone, words cannot be unsaid. There is an ineloquence to her silence, it is loud and it is blunt.