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Annabel Rose Jul 2023
The smell of cigarettes surrounds me
As I climb the steps towards the doors
Of your home away from home.
My mother meets me at the door
And I sign the visitors register
Struggling to remember your room number.

3003

As I walk down the corridor
I am warned that you look tired.
I know how it's going to end and I’m somewhat prepared.
I see you, and my heart breaks.
I can’t stay for long for fear of exposing my emotions to Grandad
So I leave the room and escape the building tears streaming down my face.

The smell of cigarettes surrounds me
As I realise this could be our last meet
As I realise that I didn’t tell you, I loved you.
Annabel Rose Jul 2023
When I look at myself
I see someone I’m ashamed to be
I see someone who is not who they wanna be
I see me
Annabel Rose Jul 2023
The scavengers are watching.
They wait for my anguish to end
or make me weak
So they can steal you from my arms.
For you, I will always mourn,
I will protect you until my end.

In my weakest moment, I find the strength to protect you once more,
From the beady eyes which watch — waiting.

I will not let go of you, not again.
I will not let the scavengers take the last of you from me.
Annabel Rose May 2019
Tick tock
Tick tock  
                                               Tick Whoosh
                                                Tick whoosh
Life is good,
Life is great
                                                 Life is hard,
                                                 Note the date
Love is forever
                                       Love me forever

                     Together we tick
                      In time
Annabel Rose May 2019
Dreams are torture.
The only way to escape
is to wake and face the day.

There is no winning or losing -
Only living
Annabel Rose May 2019
The days that are the hardest are the days that I’m the highest
For these are the days that I have farthest to fall
And as I plummet
I grab your hand
And at the bottom
We both
Land
Annabel Rose Dec 2018
I can’t write something that can’t be put into words.
My love for you would require miles and miles
Of ink and paper to capture even half of what I feel for you.
You found me when I lost myself
And now we are one.

Can you describe euphoria found
In the breeze on a damp summer morning?
Can a person truly describe what it means to love?
I know that I cannot,
Therefore I won’t try as words could never do you justice.

My love, you are perfect in more ways than imaginable.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for letting me love you.
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