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Snow is beautiful. I've never really appreciated that sentiment, until now. For all of my life, I hated snow. It is cold and wet. It freezes all it touches and, if ever given the chance, it kills.
Your last breath Tingles my lips And your sigh weakens Life from your fingertips. Tell me that I'm yours, Before you leave me. Fulfil my last request Before your eyes can't see.
He could taste the blood in his mouth, and he knew that he was hurt. He could not feel below his waist, as he choked on the dust and dirt.
I lie here on the battlefield, An arrow in my side, Regretting all the things I've said, Regretting how I've lied. It's funny how the final things, I ever said to you...
A poem based upon the 9/11 bombings. I'm standing on the top floor, The other floors are gone, Of survivors in this tower, I'm the only one.
Warning: Do not read this unless you have read the 22 other parts. <3 "My beautiful Tasha," Marcus touches her cheek. "You are so perfect. So gentle and meek.
- A version that was meant To be sung- The sun goes down, The stars come out and all that counts is here and now, I'm glad you came, So spend the time with me because time is slipping away, Stay...
I'm singing in the rain, through my disbelief and pain. Caught, trapped, stricken and strapped. Held tight, without a fight, sat up right.
I'm falling asleep, My body is getting colder, My hearts searching for just one last beat. I've been shot down to the core all that's on my mind is defeat.