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Sat at side of my wife Hospital bed sat holding her hand for last
time
Desperately trying to hide my tears hidden behind shaded glasses trying my best to comfort
her
through the final hours of life twenty she had been my wife gifted me a wonderful
son
Then slowly feeling the grip of her hand slipping away my darling was falling to endless sleep never to see her no
more
but hope she made It to where she heading the last time I saw my darling
Helen
Last moments of Helens Life
hope she made It to where she was heading the last time I saw
her
Ron 16h
Your smile lights the room.
Your laughter fills my heart.
With eyes so warm and loving,
It was love right from the start.
Max 21h
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
"Thank you for everything." She said.

"Thank you for being everything." He replied with a smile.
she
she is soft.

so some will see her

and long to hold her in their hands

to skim her surface

others know

she is breakable

bendable

movable

malleable

some will see that she is soft and stretch her

until she silently screams

for sweet solitude again

so see her softness and

show her some sympathy
They said she was 'too sweet',
I knew she was 'too meek'.
He loved the way she laughed,
With all his heart
And
No effort.
She
Her life is tragic
She has magic,

Her eyes tells the pain
Her smile never complain,

Whenever she smiles
She wins the heart of entire,

But she afraid to love
The things which hurts.
Your invisible me misses on my invisible you
I miss my invincible youth, I miss your unbelievable cool. I dance on a sky made of heavy metals and gray, I stare at the stars as I wish on them to take me away. As I lie and I wait in bed, thinking of all the dreams that’ve come and went, I’m weakened by a state of unease, the kind that makes a home in your heart then leaves.

Dozens of times I’ve stared off wondering, what would our lives have become? Soon I am trembling, cold sweat down my face, year after year until the panic has left me undone. Weakened by sorrow as it clung to my hide, just like your small hands huddled against me in the night. Fairly often it’s taken every ounce of my strength, even just to keep myself from running full steam back into bed. It’s as if I’ve covered my life with a dark crooked lie in a story that’s good for everybody except me. I’ve spent the last, as long as I can remember doing anything to stay on the move. Drank heartache, beat down sweat, found myself in a tango with the dust that makes men lose their mind. There isn’t any ole place where I haven’t tried to escape, only to find something too eager to plant her back deep in my thoughts supine.  It’s been ages since I’ve smelled the sweetness and sweat, or tasted on the feeling of regret, every choice I chose was chosen as my first, I never flirted with the hurt until the fury of her awesome pleasure began to shrink out of my life. Nothingness intertwined, it bled into every orifice until I was blinded, my eyes covered and limbs behind me, counting the numbers of floods that swept me out of my room. Into the abyss of my abysmal dismissal, a candy of black cigarette tar, alcohol, and even opiates. Not one regret, just a cornucopia of upset, lost and still losing myself into every last bit of her I can hurl into my memory before it goes.
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Lee Aaun Jan 13
When the day's are rough.
She pour down
her thoughts
on the paper,
to ease her
heart.
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