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The wind howls through the graveyard, ruining precious gifts left on the resting places of loved ones. A hunched, elderly man and a young woman sit side by side next to an overgrown, unmarked plot.
#bestofopuss #acorns The day was mist and cloud banks, You came to me and cried, You told me you were sorry, and- You never should have died.
All is hauntingly still. If there is one thing that I fear most, it is this. Not the night, death or evil. Not blood, chaos or monsters. No, what I fear most, is this. I fear the silence.
Slowly, surely bubbles rising. Fate determined, people sighing. Holding breath, sink below. Pressure pushing, don't let go. Pursing lips turning blue, bubbles pass, breathe untrue.
The road of heavy hearts. The house of broken dreams. The children as they cry. Behold her as she screams. Some faces just look empty. Some are filled with pain. They don't know what to do.
#opussweeklychallenge Who knew that last year would be the best and probably the worst for me. Would I have believed you if you had said my gorgeous dog I would no longer see.
By now, you may have noticed, Something that I have missed. I write of hate and how I feel, But some of this stuff isn't real. I've never said what I love to you, You will never know what I do.
Godric's Hollow, Hear my heartbeat. I can't follow- Can't see my own feet. It's not perfect, But it's mine. It's not worth it, Worth my time. I can't stand you, Just go away.
Your my idol. During your fight of survival, You did a lot, You had a shot, But you never gived up.
Woke up this early morning, bleary eyed and confused. I turned over, confined within my covers and I remembered why I was up at 7am.
Inspiration. A graceful, impetuous word. Grants and feeds us lyrics for constructions of art, expressions of the human soul. But as to where it comes from. Everywhere-everything.
I WILL be there when you cry When you feel like you're about to die I'll BE the one to wipe those tears Haven't I been here for years.
I woke up this morning, feeling rather blue. I looked at my alarm clock, and then at my wonderful view. After some time, thinking yesterday through. I went downstairs, and discovered you.
Goodbye is not forever, Is what you said to me, As you close the door behind you, A distant memory.
A picture can paint a thousand words, But seven words can grant that picture life, And immortalise.
You killed my hope, when you tried to kill yourself. Now I'm a mess,I didn't wanna guess what you'd try next. You murdered my faith, my heart needs a doctor.
I lay with her. My tears stream down like waterfalls from my sea green eyes. This isn't how things are supposed to go. Taking my father wasn't good enough. Why does this have to happen to me.
Wednesday, January 4, 2006 The morning snuck in like a thief enveloped in fog and stole something precious from my life. It took my pillar of wisdom and my lighthouse - it took my grandma.
There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the flame.
Losing the person you love is always the most pain you'll ever experience, Your life suddenly being turned into something it never was. The aching longing and loneliness in your empty chest.
I'm sorry I'm the person, That you don't know. I apologise, I regret, Not being able to see you grow. I'm sorry I'm not there, To teach you up dance.
Evelyn slipped on the black court shoe, and looked at her reflection in the gilt edged mirror.
Four years. Four years of sleepless nights, silent screams and everlasting nightmares. Dreams of us. Still climbing trees and feeling small as we watch the stars from the roof of your house.
This year I'll be careful, Won't make you stay up late, Whilst I'm out and you're worrying, I'll try not to make you wait.