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Hold
On
Pain
Ends
The Color Morale
 Oct 2014 The Last Wordsmith
Dr O
I never had the pleasure
Never had the pleasure to meet you
Or ask how your day is going
Or give you a hug

I never had the pleasure
To be your friend
To call your name
Or to even make you smile

I hope you look from above
At your family and your friends
I hope you smile at them
Because one day everyone's world ends

One day we will all face our time
One day we will all depend on grace
You have inspired us all
You should always smile across your face

Even though I never knew you
Like many others did
We are all humans
And an angel's love never forbids

One day I'll be rushed in a stretcher
One day I will breathe my last second
One day I will have the pleasure
Because one day I will meet you in heaven
R.I.P. Claire Wagonhurst
We all love you
I remember the day we first spoke

The day I first saw you online

The day you was depressed and we spoke all night

The day I made you smile

The day we first met

I Admired you... I've never stopped since.

I know it's selfish and horrible to think, but I wish you felt the same. Not only for my lustful thoughts. Not only because I know I would treat you better than most. But because we would both be happy still... Well Atleast in my dreams we are.
This one's for you my friend,
who sits alone
and is perfectly content.

This one's for you my friend,
who sings along
to their favorite songs.

This one's for you my friend,
who prays
for love to come their way.

This one's for you.

There's no promise of true love
to sweep you off your feet,
and there's no promise
that someone will notice your
god-awful day as you sit,
and there's no promise
that someone won't tell you
that you can't sing.

But please,
keep hoping for that true love,
because nobody can take that away.

And please,
keep singing to your
songs, your singing is
beautiful.

And please,
don't be afraid to say
that you are lonely
every once in a while.

Everyone struggles,
that's life,
now come here and sit.

I care, I'll listen, I'll try to help.
His eyes glow and dance
before my face,
his lips bring
sweet relief
to mine,
and his arms
hold me together,
even on the worst
of days.

Now tell me,
what
did I do
to deserve him?

He is beautiful.

Who am I
to have him?

Who am I
to call him
mine?
Have you ever been
in love?

So much so
that every
breath
you take
is
for
them?

And every second
you think
of them?

And when you're sad
you say
I wish
we could be together
right now,
all of the time,
forever?

I have.
I am.
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