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 Jan 2015 Sharina Saad
Tiffany
The time we spend here
passes in the blink of an eye,
And before you know it
it’s time to say goodbye.

We suffer so much
in our given season,
But the pain we feel
happens for a reason.

So you can learn to appreciate
the good things when they come,
Like the memories of dear friends
or the rays from the rising sun.

I know it’s hard now
and I won’t pretend it’ll be easy,
But we’ll heal and carry on
despite the wounds that’ve cut so deeply.

Goodbye isn’t really goodbye
we’ll meet again someday,
So hold your head a little higher
and just take things day by day.
Killing all reasoning at once,  he fell in love with a distant star
to merge with him,by any means, she too started a suicidal fall,
as they swung,in space, light years raced alarmingly between them
their hope eternal( tragic, thought others) became,the light they are.
what makes the spirit survive, even when everything seems dark
Making trust stronger is better than showeing more love;
Love grows itself when the trust is deeply rooted.
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 Jan 2015 Sharina Saad
Marian
Please, don't change one sentence
I adore every word

*~Marian~
Written For My Mom!!!
She Was Gonna Change Something
About Her Heirloom Novels
Which Are Timeless, Old-Fashioned,
& Well, Just A GEM!!! ~~~~<3
So, This Is What I Wrote!!! ~~~<3
Enjoy!! :) ~~~~~<3
The door slammed shut so long ago,
your shadow in the breeze,
I find the pencil and the song you wrote
that brought me to my knees.

Christmas came on lower branches,
the cheap seats, the lonely guitar,
I sang to the person who you used to be
and smoked out who you are.

Even now I am still diseased,
still struggling to find a G-d.

Thought I found him in the autumn leaves,
before I was certain, he was gone.

The window shook on its hind legs
as the widow swallowed her sleep,
the spider came out from his abattoir,
all searching in darkness deep.

In a single bed, teeth grit shut,
twisting sheets in the street-light glow,
I hold my pillow like a brand-new woman,
exchanging heat for the money I owe.

Even now I am still fatigued,
indebted to G-d and home-grown guilt.

I have learned to grow and plant my seed
far from shadows that bring me to wilt.
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