LostLost in the darkness and straining to see The remnants of a person I once had called me A cold harsh wind now begins to blow My tired empty body sways to and froLost
I reach out to catch me before I wither and fall Now off in the distance I hear a voice call I turn and I listen to the voice that I hear A familiar face whispers soft and sincere.
The words heard are comforting I listen close now Of promises, of love and now strength felt somehow My body grows stronger with each word you speak My smile, my heart and my soul that was weak.
Now strengthens and
Where does the love go?Where does the love go??... Once so full of life and hope Nothing could go wrong Immense love, happiness and promise Then in a moment...gone Taken like the changing leaves Sweeping in without warning The leaves fall just like us The safety net of truth disappears The memories bring me to tears The winter is long and lonely Even the gentle hope of spring Denies it life A false hope..was it not meant to remember? Memories fading from dissillusion Agony of final loss setting in That undying love and endless hope Once so full of life and promiseWhere does the love go?
My FriendsI smile every day...even if I may be down I try in every way...although success may not be found I'm here for you my friend...without you I could not be I love with all I have...any less would not be me I smile from what you give...a strength we seem to share Through you I see the brightness... within so much despair Just...thank you... for always being there!My Friends
~*You are the life... inside my heart*~
Mommy It’s cold in the room, Mommy. It’s cold and all I get to wear is a yucky-green smock that matches the yucky-green walls. All the walls are cold, the metal table is cold, and the doctor’s fingers are cold as they touch my fingers and tell me not to worry. But I’m worried, mommy. The doctors say that I might not wake up…they’re saying that I have a ninety percent chance of dieing, and I’m scared: I don’t want to go away, mommy; I don’t want to leave you behind. There’s a big clock on the wall, and it says it’s 3:15 in the afternoon. Ms. LoughliMommy
Out of Touch~
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to bad i hate poetry
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