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I really need to talk to you. But i don't know how. You left to long ago. I can just only pray now. I really need a word with you to say how much i care. Ill always be here. I hope you get my prayers.
I see you. I see you. I see you in my shadow past. I see you in my unknowing future. I see you in the memories that hang on the wall. I see you in my mothers courage. I see you in my sisters tears.
I awoke and touched a hand to my cheek. Received a reminder of just how weak. I've grown over the last few days. When I felt the tears rolling down my face. I supposed that you were in my dreams.
From the gravestone of Alice - dearly loved wife sleep well - it's a short walk to town past the old boat yard and up the high street to the cafe where the locals meet for Cappuccinos with no...
"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.
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.
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.
There were so many days that. Drifted away. That December. I still remember. The heartache. The pain. The screaming out in vain. Begging things to change. But what happened wont go away. Tomorrow.
I pass through the silent crowd Seeing clusters of faces, curiously peeking in the candlelight, Their soft skin glimmering in the yellow flame Their eyes invisible in shadow, Except for the sharp...
I couldn't seem to get her soft voice out of my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for her voice to stop ringing in my ears, but her voice just became clearer.
The loss of someone you love. Is a crater of devastation. Full of empty words. Lonely places. Grieving faces. The loss of someone you love. Suffocates each breath. A heaviness in you.
These photos tell of days gone by. Looking back at the memories we have created. Holding back the tears with mournful sighs. People missing from everyday life their absence understated.
*Just to be clear, this is a story* The morning light shines down, grey flat clouds filling the day. The sounds, the sights, the character of the city still glimmer everywhere. It seems wrong.
I wear a black dress made out of lace Standing in front of his final resting place I feel dead inside, too empty to feel Too detached to realise that any of it is real I place the flowers on the cold...
The sunrays wink through the window Bathing me with an enchanting light Waking me up from these everlasting dreams Of roses and rainbows, and your spellbinding delight I have been living a life...
Really tired of the same fucking routine. Every Tuesday go to work get off at four. Every fucking Tuesday I sit at the first table by the window, you can't miss it.
The mist rolls in from the swell of the sea. Draping itself around the cove, below me. I stand above it, watching as the fog hits. My emotions are in an emotional mix.
I see you. I see you. I see you in my shadow past. I see you in my unknowing future. I see you in the memories that hang on the wall. I see you in my mothers courage. I see you in my sisters tears.
She lays upon the porcelain slab, a deathly shade of pure white, matching the intricate and beautiful gown she is wearing. Her fair blonde hair is curly, draped over her lifeless face.
He is my angel, Down from heaven, Singing me into sleep, Cherish I do, When he appears, Sometimes I start to weep, "Look up to the stars, That's where I'll be" I do this most of nights, I stare at...
Now for the reality, what I'm like now that he's gone. I sleep with a line of three pillows parallel to my body so if I roll over, I can feel the rough outline of him next to me.
#emotion #loss Drifting through the graveyard, Of earth and gem and stone, You know, you know, if here you go, You never are alone.
I watched that crimson colour brew, Becoming rusty, reminding me of you... Of your last words, on your last breath. Before you left me, and went with death. But I pull myself from that dark scene.
I sit quietly in the oak tree across the river from her house, And wait, patiently, counting birds, clouds and flowers, Until she skips down the steps of her town house Whistling, rushing, ruffling...