Dreams
Since about Wednesday, I've had difficulty sleeping.
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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.
You reach for me but I turn away unable to face the pain. The sight of you betrays my memory two visions but not the same. I refuse to believe that you are going you'll grace my life no more.
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.
I couldn't take it any more. All this; going to school acting like everything is good at home; going home acting like everything is fine at school.
*This is going to be short; there are only three parts.* Luke sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, slowly, methodically burning the newspaper he had kept for two weeks.
You know that time right before you fall asleep. The time when everything slows down for a moment. That's the best feeling. The last thought I always think before I drift into unconsciousness is you.
Missa defunctorum. Gone are the lights. Gone are the sounds. Gone are the smells. With you not around. Gone are the days. Gone are the nights. Gone are the dreams. With you from my life.
"Hush now. You're Safe." He whispered calmly in my ear. " You're home, in bed, with me." I turned to look in the familiar dark eyes and slowly calmed my panted breath. Thank God he's here.
"Don't leave me" I whispered, tearing up. She was too weak to talk, too weak to lift her head or even look me in the eyes. "Please, Sasha, please don't do this. Not now.
Dear friend I have failed you again, In the deep the dark settles in, And the blood spilt from your wrists, I can't help but notice this.
The 1 person who made me feel alive, who made me feel as if I actually belonged, is now gone. He's gone forever. I still don't believe it. There is not one day that passes that I don't miss him.
Where do people go When they leave this place.
It's been so long Since I heard from my dad It's been a journey To a place called Sad I tried to be there I tried to be strong It was not enough Am I just wrong.
Lost, he sits on the floor. The contents of her purse still scattered on the floor amongst the rubble. He picked up the antique compact mirror from the floor, the cracks stained with her blood.
We cried; our tears were dripping in the water Tears for our lives, destroyed by the wave Tears for the ones we knew who were lost Tears for the ones we hoped could be saved Our wounds were cut...
There's a sky,. that's so much more heart warming than the next,. one you can't just look away from and text,. it's beautiful with its blanket of redness covering the entire sky,.
She thought her life is brilliant She thought she is surrounded by your angels When she prayed for you she felt so radiant But where are you now dear stranger.
Inspired by @AubreyMo's Opuss: Angels Cry My mommy told me, When I was just a little peep, Stories of the angels, When I couldn't fall asleep.
#colourchallenge. #inmemoryof. There's something about the stars tonight. Shining perfect in the sky. The clouds no longer block my view. So I shall count them all for you.
He handed the ring box over to the kindly woman behind the counter. Her smile dropped when she opened the box, revealing a simple, yet beautiful engagement ring.
a kid from my school died. he's dead. didn't even finish his freshman year in high school. and no one at my school is any different. he died. it might have been a few days ago. but he's still dead.