People of peace walk gently
People of strength never to be stilled
Abundance awaits those with courage

I** remember how we met,
you were there sitting behind me and how I never noticed you.
You would tell me about how my childish ways caught your attention.
I remember the letters we would exchange between classes,
telling how much we adored each other.
Those late night calls and voice recordings we sent,
you would say I was beautiful even with my messy hair.
The songs you would sing,
the laughs we shared from the jokes we tell no matter how bad it was.
I remember the strolls we used to take,
and how your hand felt warm against mine.
The flowers you'd give randomly,
and that smile I adored.
This is the memories of you I remembered.

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{ E.I }

Have you ever held your breath,
Just to know what drowning feels like?
They told me that you can't
reach out and touch death,
but death has ghosted his hands
across my fragile skin.
Life is a delicate thing
and it can so easily be lost.
His cold hands on my cheek,
his frosty breath down my neck,
Death is watching.