Tile floor?
There was a tile floor that evening...
...
A story once was told to me
many a year ago...
Now that i have laid her down to sleep
in the cold Depths at ol' hollows creep...
You stole my heart-
like a pick-pocket; lifting...
Another lonely night arrives
Walking alone in my mind...
"I think it is a surprise baby shower,
But I am not sure...
I still can remember,
The smile on your face...
Living yet dead
How days feel...
They always say life isn't fair
And I've found out that it's true...
(This poem means a lot to me.. it's for my nan..)
I've known for a while that the end is near...
And although the pain doesn't show
The hurt it is still there...