the way i feel i cant stand it, i dont understand it

my heart cant take this damage

if i new my heart was going to break, i wouldnt of gave you my heart

i let go cause i wasnt strong enough..

i wish i read the last page first

On his body we built this city
Boston labourer and husband, S. Quentin
We didn’t know he was in the pit
Before we’d poured 40 tons of cement in

He left this world in slumber
Our beloved father Phil
To never wake in dark again
… Or maybe he will

He slipped away from this world
In the fall of 2024 our Opie
The windows were spotless
But his ladder was soapy

We don’t
Want to be kept like prisoners
In the cage
But
We are happy to built the
One for others
Just to fulfil ours
Craves

Ive never known love before like the kind of friend it takes to keep a pair of house shoes for you when you visit
-ERS