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I had a dream of a dead friend once. Words cannot describe how it made me feel. He's been dead since May 2017, but I feel him alive everywhere around me. I see him, In Garrett's curly hair. I see him, In the fiery red locks that Bridget has. I see him, In the blue eyes of my best friend. I see him in the freckles on Julayne's face. A long time ago, I would have said that I hated him. Maybe a part of me still does. But a part of me also wishes that I could have said my peace before the inevitable death came to be.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
LactoseIntollerantScorpio
"Grab My Hand"
I had a dream of a dead friend once. Words cannot describe how it made me feel. He's been dead since May 2017, but I feel him alive everywhere around me. I see him, In Garrett's curly hair. I see him, In the fiery red locks that Bridget has. I see him, In the blue eyes of my best friend. I see him in the freckles on Julayne's face. A long time ago, I would have said that I hated him. Maybe a part of me still does. But a part of me also wishes that I could have said my peace before the inevitable death came to be.
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So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands. Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go. Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand. The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still. I asked her why, and she told me such a lie. Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of. No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause. And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door. So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands. I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin, There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finally finished. My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away. I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing upon the shore. There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap. But would she care, would she hold me to her ***** Would she cry my name, try to pull me back. Then should our love rekindle in the way it was. I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death. Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl. And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze. I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love. And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt.. Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow. The very sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love. We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our own town. We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown. Somehow I feel I should know her, but there it's gone just like that frown.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
don-moore
Frown..
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands. Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go. Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand. The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still. I asked her why, and she told me such a lie. Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of. No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause. And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door. So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands. I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin, There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finally finished. My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away. I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing upon the shore. There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap. But would she care, would she hold me to her ***** Would she cry my name, try to pull me back. Then should our love rekindle in the way it was. I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death. Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl. And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze. I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love. And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt.. Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow. The very sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love. We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our own town. We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown. Somehow I feel I should know her, but there it's gone just like that frown.
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