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Behind brown eyes & a beautiful face                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                                                       ­              
Lay sad memories she wished to erase                                                            ­
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She longed to not be part of the human race                                                  
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 Now God has set her free                                                             ­           
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Not always what we hoped she would be                                                               ­                 
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We needed more than our reality                                                          ­            
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We saw things she couldn't see                                                              ­              
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Now God has set her free                                                             ­                       
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I never thought we would be friends                                                          ­
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But that's what happened in the end                                                              ­              
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Sharing memories & making amends                                                          
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Now God has set her free                                                             ­                     
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I know she's in a better place                                                            ­            
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All her pain has been erased                                                           ­         
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   I 'm sure there's a big smile on her face                                                          
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  Now God has set her free
I wrote this for my mom after she passed. She was a sad tortured soul who couldn't be the mom we needed. She was broken & had nothing to give. I hated her for that. Then I forgave her & we had a few months before she passed that I felt real love from her. I now can say I loved her & mean it.
Faith Cubitt Apr 9
I'm so sorry....
I'm sorry that I was not the daughter you wanted
the daughter you hoped to have
but if you want the honest truth I tried....
I tried really really hard everyday to be someone you deserved.
You told me you loved me and I knew you did somehow
I just wished you showed it a little better
there was so much doubting in everything I did.... or do.
but I promise you I wanted to be that girl you had pictured in your head, secretly knowing I'd never fit your mold.
but I don't know what to do anymore....
I cried myself to sleep last night just like the night before
but then you ask why my eyes are puffy
it's not very attractive you say.
well, I'm sorry my hair didn't look good today
or that I wasn't home yesterday.
my every move is not okay
but I'll love you anyway....
I'm sorry I'm not who you wanted me to be....
We share the same fate
The universe and I
When our time comes to an end
We both shall die

Ever onwards we march towards an inescapable fate
Nothing is forever…
Kezexxe Apr 5
The love of a mother,
As she picks up her child,
After he fell,
And cleans his scrapes,
And kisses his head,
And tells him he'll be fine,
Is the same love,
Of a father,
Killing the man,
Who hurt his daughter beyond repair,
It may not be gentle,
But it is good.
Lily Daisy Mar 24
Remember when we were wild and free with
those many dreams to chase..
So unfraid and so untamed
Ready to take over what comes through life?

But then you arrived…
with your small hands curling in ours…
With soft breaths and whispers
Your tiny little hands and feets..
Soft touches and snifles…
You looked at us like we were your everything
And at that moment may be we knew..
Love was no longer just about us!

So, Since then
We learnt the quiet language of sacrifice
exchanging our untamed dreams
for dreams of your better tomorrow..
Exchanging our late night laughters
for those lullabies of yours…
trading our outside lives once for all
for the inside rhythms of home…

We softened…
We stayed quiet even when our temperatures flared..
We learnt to let go of things..
Of things that once bothered us so much…
We let go of battles that once defined us
No,  not because we stopped feeling
but because
you were always watching!

Between our silences,
We built something enduring
It is may be not that of a perfect world..
But in this world,
We learnt to let go few pieces of ourselves
So that you’d never have to carry that weight;
Weight of our unmet desires…
And
We learnt not to lose ourselves
but to make room for you!

And may be one day when you are grown,
You’ll just get it..
That sometimes love is not just about winning..
Love is always not reckless, not wild..
But rather very difficult…
Thats why even when we are struggling
We choose to stay again and again!
Because when we look at you…
We see the reason
We make room for love in a different way!
He carries wisdom in his soul,
A heart woven with kindness, honesty, and care.
His presence is a refuge-
A place where I am safe, where I can exhale.

He is gentle, yet strong.
Patient, yet unwavering.
Grounding, yet boundless in his dreams.
With him, I am steady. With him, I am free.

Through him, I see the reflection of love itself.
Brilliant in mind, bold in spirit,
Sincere in his words, fearless in his heart.
His existence is a gift, and I cherish every moment.

But above all, I love who I am beside him.
He lifts me, yet never asks me to be anything but myself.
With him, I am strong.
With him, I am peaceful.
With him, I am selfless.
With him, I am endlessly inspired.

Thank you for giving him life,
For shaping the soul that I now hold dear.
I vow to guard his heart as long as I walk beside him.
To understand him deeply-
His needs, his desires, his hopes, his dreams.

For as long as fate allows,
I will love him wholly,
Not just for who he is-
But for the world he creates within me.
Cheers to the woman who taught him love
Gideon Mar 7
I liked me better when
you hated yourself.
Now that you have found
beauty, I have lost my own.
It was twelve years ago today when I found you dead.
I knew you had died because you were lying lifeless on that hospital bed.
I bought you a card and a toy easter bunny that were buried with you.
If somebody ever says that you meant nothing to me, it won't be true.
When I prayed for your survival, I decided to beg.
You died after the surgeon amputated your leg.
Even though removing your leg improved your chances of survival, you still died.
When the surgeon operated on you, he couldn't save you even though he tried.
Your life ended and you entered the Pearly Gates 12 years ago today.
Rest in Peace, Mom, I wish I could've stopped you from passing away.
DEDICATED TO AGNES GREENE-JOHNSON (1948-2013) WHO PASSED AWAY ON MARCH 6, 2013.
So now you haunt hollow heart
Victory lap through each body part
I'll forever be etched with your name

I'd like to think you are high above
So removed I can't feel your love
I can't honestly make that claim

I'm not sure your soul is resting
I've seen no signs suggesting
Paradise is on the other side

You crossed over without a word
Goodbye ears have never heard
Still cannot believe you died
I still can't believe it even after two years
Myrrdin Feb 27
My body still carries the home I grew up in
I am still hiding from my father's anger
My mother's disappointment
Drowning them out was easier
When they did not speak with my own voice
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