I spent most nights of the summer
Laying in the middle of my floor
Sobbing silently
Screaming your name as my family slept
I miss you..
You left so suddenly
Now it's just emptiness
This time of year is always hard..
Thanksgiving was you're favorite
Mom let you eat anything
Despite what the doctors said
Two days a year..
Thanksgiving
And
Christmas..
Little smokies once a year- just for you.
But that year..
You left ten days too early
To be able to taste them
One
Last
Time
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
I spent most nights of the summer
Laying in the middle of my floor
Sobbing silently
Screaming your name as my family slept
I miss you..
You left so suddenly
Now it's just emptiness
This time of year is always hard..
Thanksgiving was you're favorite
Mom let you eat anything
Despite what the doctors said
Two days a year..
Thanksgiving
And
Christmas..
Little smokies once a year- just for you.
But that year..
You left ten days too early
To be able to taste them
One
Last
Time
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