A tugging feeling in my heart, looking back at them sitting there looking at each other, whispering and smiling to their hearts.
I feel their souls roaming around trying to regain a spark of their warmth once implanted in this beautiful place.
He is gone leaving behind every memory of his presence in my life with deep words and far fetched feelings.
Where are the days we used to share looking back to our past,feeling how far we have gone in building home that only knows warmth and compassion.
How many promises we have made to be always true to the core of our hearts and never ignore any glimpse of pain or ache.
Visiting you now talking but never hearing your heart again deeply aches my already wounded soul,but i always know we are to meet again in a heaven full of rivers and verdure.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:02 PM UTC
A tugging feeling in my heart, looking back at them sitting there looking at each other, whispering and smiling to their hearts.
I feel their souls roaming around trying to regain a spark of their warmth once implanted in this beautiful place.
He is gone leaving behind every memory of his presence in my life with deep words and far fetched feelings.
Where are the days we used to share looking back to our past,feeling how far we have gone in building home that only knows warmth and compassion.
How many promises we have made to be always true to the core of our hearts and never ignore any glimpse of pain or ache.
Visiting you now talking but never hearing your heart again deeply aches my already wounded soul,but i always know we are to meet again in a heaven full of rivers and verdure.
