Mourning Thoughts
Every now and then I remember us, you, the feeling I had for those few weeks that was so wrong, but so inevitably there.
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Sam, 18, aspiring writer from Coventry UK
Every now and then I remember us, you, the feeling I had for those few weeks that was so wrong, but so inevitably there.
Look up to the sky my son, The fluid passage of the days and wonder what is beyond those colours, those stars. What do we know standing here looking up at the heavens.
One day love perhaps we'll meet again. And the feelings we had will soar in our guts. We'll dance and laugh and I'll touch your angel lips. With mine.