by Rebecca Phillips Jun 22, 2007
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
As I sit here alone,Its you that I see,among st my blindness I cant help but be torn by the world that has now set you free,There's no light here for me,darkness has become my newfound mum.I here you calling,you're out of reach only to awake from a dream ,that of a woman I cant seem,to now know or touch,though I've heard that voice,and seen that face,I feel my heart begin to race,It's painful now as memories of you are facing the surface,please say there not true,tell me it wasn't you're funeral I was entering into.please take me back,tell me I'm wrong,as my heart sinks to the floor i realize you are gone. |
Thats really touching hun |