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There are framed memories of a man and woman
They're placed together on a small table
They smile and smile to those who view them
Those who envy the captured love immortal

Near the table sits the woman
Her face buried in her arms
Tear spots cover her sleeves and fingers
Pouring from a broken heart

One more look at the framed memories
The man packs his clothes
One more look before he leaves
He has decided to live alone

Once outside, he reaches in his pocket
Pulls out a picture he used to keep safe
The first of him with the woman
He rips it in hopes the memory would fade

Before he goes, he checks the time
His watch frozen on the hour o' seven
He then corrects it with a few winds
Moving the hour hand to eleven

With a slight tick,
It went in reverse
Then came a tock,
The seconds went backwards

The watch sped up
In its clockwise counter
First seconds, then minutes,
then reverse by the hour

The man's life memories flashed all around him
The pictures on the table back at home were alive
Each memory, each photo, every thought and emotion
Revealed to his heart a renewed mind

Every memory with the woman framed back at home
Revealed itself in reverse, reminding him of his love
The watch continued to rewind, then started to slow
Eventually it stopped the backwards flow

He checked his watch once again
The seventh hour displayed
Around, a familiar ambiance
The ripped photo did not fade

His first moment with his love
Captured in a photograph
He remembered how it all started
He remembered the love he used to have

The watch then moved forward with double the speed
The memories before him passed
It stopped at eleven, before he would leave
The first photo, intact, in his hand

He put it back in his pocket
Wiped away his tears
Realized that he still loved her
The woman in the photos throughout the years

He ran back inside
found his still crying lover
They both exchanged apologetic stares
And ran to hold each other

He kissed her with a renewed love
From the framed memories in the room
She held on, forgiving, embracing his hug
As he promised "I will always love you"
My department has the worse rep
Its hard but no one takes pride in tbeir job
Everyone wants a job but doesn't want to work
I bust my *** get left alone
Not trying to make anyone look bad
They do it to themselves
The more I work the less they do
Things need to change for the better
Promised another position
it was given to someobe else
I hate liars don't say anything
if you can't honor your word
You were here yesterday
Today you are gone
Tomorrow i cannot face
I cannot go on

Like the butterfly
You flew away
Leaving life behind you
Leaving me that day

You gave me a promise
When you landed on my palm
That wherever you may be
You’ll always look out for me

With that promise made
You fluttered away
Always remembered
In memory, in love
In laughter, in soul

You were here yesterday
Today you are gone
Tomorrow i shall face
I will make you proud to go on
This was for my Grandpa, who died suddenly on the 3rd of March 2012. On the day of his death I was walking and a butterfly fluttered straight toward me and landed on my palm , fluttered its wings for a few minutes and then flew off.
 Jul 2013 IrishDraughtGirl
Rob C
She needs the Lord
Like she needs her breath.
Oxygen taken from my lungs,
Abruptly as I gaze into herself.
Stop.
What you're doing and take a look around,
It's bound to astound
You.
Can change, it's simple.
Our life here is merely a ripple.
Classic heart full of love.
Classic start, no loss,
A nudge in my back.
Propel.
Forward into the abyss.
I taste this.
Can't quit.
With God as my witness
Mind flooded with visions.
I live with intentions.
Pure.
Incisions of living.
I'll start from the beginning.
I live for the Lord.
Forever Forgiving.
I know of two angels that walk upon this earth
and they are my sisters.
so beautiful in mind and compassion
they have unwavering commitment to their family
and those lost souls that have touched their lives
without a hesitation, they will be with you to
help and guide you through all your trying times.

and they will not ask for any rewards or acknowledgement
they just want to know that you are of this earth
and can continue on your own quest to be whom you are ment to be

their love for you will never unwaver and always be a constant lite
that will never extinguish.

for they are your sisters, your friends for life, and above all
a love for you that will never die.
 Jul 2013 IrishDraughtGirl
DK
Where do we stand?
I ask myself this question every day,
we've been through so much together,
then you were gone,
I was so alone even though I was mad,
I can forgive but never forget,
now you are back,
you seem to give little signs,
but what do they mean?
Do you miss us?
Do you want to be friends?
Are you just saying everything is okay?
Or am I just over thinking everything?
Where do we stand?
Life would be so much easier if I knew...
But that would mean talking to you...
Bittersweet nights,
Echoing slumber.
Leaving behind all the
Brightness and wonder.


Darker than it was before
Darker than I knew
Swallowing the empty room
Your slipping out of view


Deeper into this I know
Farther than before
I'll miss you as you'll miss me
Happiness what we'll fall for


This is how
it has to be
You know it
So do I


The end of "us"
Is where we are
It's time to say goodbye
I remember looking at you, looking at me
but I always seem to look at you a certain way.
What is it? I don't know, only to my dismay.
Maybe it is the way you glow, prettier day by day.

And I remember walking by
never wanting to say a word,
but as soon as you said hi
I couldn't pass the chance to flirt.

I remember you being mad at me being mad,
although your silence I didn't see as bad,
its not like you notice anyway
how much I remember day to day.

I remember everything you ever wanted
but only hoping it was me,
but with my eyes I could see
that my brain was deceiving.

So now I remember, the truth in your lies
and how you want to be with every other guy.
I'm tired of seeing you tired of seeing me tired,
wishing I could hold the warmth of your fire

Even if you're not with me when I'm old and gray
thinking about that day in December
I can look back on the golden days
and say that

I remember
I feel like I'm running
But I have nowhere to go
The last thing I wanted to do
Was leave
But my mind
Was made up
I had to get out

The phrase
it's not you, it's me
could work
If I felt like being nice
it's not me, it's you.
Would be a lot more accurate
Because I did nothing

You don't beat me
You don't bruise me
But you do torture me
When you don't speak
Your words made us last
But now that they're gone
There's no place for me
Anymore

A simple I love you
With a serious tone
Yet sweet
Went a long way
But something
Made you stop
Please come back
I miss who you used to be
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