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Connie Gross Mar 2016
We where born so seperatly,
a distance far between.
Waiting for the stars to aline gradually.
Bringing you to me.
We wouldn't meet for years to come,
that's ok you see.
Growing up so differently and seperatly,
was the way it ought to be.
People we have met,
knew of you and me.
little did we know,
our paths would cross some day.
We began at different schools,
different friends we had.
As we grew, few I knew,
left my school to you.
Stars began aligning,
for it was meant to be.
meeting in our high school.
starting as our enemy,
for reasons I can't recall.
We met so many years ago,
who knew we'd be here?
A friendship unblievable,
a treasure you are to me.
A special bond we have.
A love you are for me.
We started off so casually,
then to be inseperable.
So thick and strong.
though times had passed we did not talk,
our bond is truly remarkable.
time away it did not change,
we always stay the same.
a look with eyes between us two,
speaking not a word,
A conversation we can have,
that only us will know.
We've had our share of ups and downs,
always supporting me.
The laughs we have,
the tears we share,
memories of everthing.
Jess my friend I'm so glad we met,
so many years ago.
Through all the times we've had.
our simple memories.
I'm greatful and excited,
to reminisce and
share these things with you.
I wonder what the furture holds?
From fighting back in high school,
and everything in between,
to becoming family.
I Love you Jess Forever
For all the things you mean to me,
It's hard to find the words.
I prayed for a friend so long ago,
how little did I know,
my sister I would find.
Look what we've become.
I thank you for the years.
I thank you for your time.
I thank you for the love you give.
Your truly someone grand.
A treasure I do hold.
I am looking forward,
to watching you grow old.
Michael A Duff Nov 2019
I lay here and think to myself, the most beautiful words have been written, forgotten, and learned again.

People have kissed and loved deeply only to forget their devotion and feelings seperatly they live together.

She lives as a comfortable prisoner doing hard time in her past wishing away the present and forgetting the future.

We will all relearn these lessons so many times over dont make the past your future
Some people one I loved was haunted by her parts so much so it ruined our love
He pulls a Cadaver behind him on a cart
full of bones
with only a lantern to guide him                                                             as as Shame and sorrow are holding pitch forks and ropes .
On dark  cobbold streets made of stone ,
his dark arts of brutality and bone .

But For this love he would give the heart of this man ,
who once walked these streets with purse strings in hand ,
For now his bones are all accounted for in the price they might fetch .
Each counted seperatly and left on a shelf .

A for a few shillings more and  a great deal of wealth ,
A crypt for the dying
a statue of stone,
for their wealth .



Four Silver bells he would ring ,
just before tea
as their servants made room for his lady and me .
and placed before us a banquet of meat ,
that no one was ever  quite sure ,
Where it was from ,
but  was always a treat .

And every night the clock struck ten ,
With sorrow and shame ,
he would leave again ,
with Four silver bells this time ,
just to make sure
to leave one inside ,
for the rich and the poor .
For every corpse has his bride
and if she dos’nt ring ,
a ting a ling ling ,
he will be out digging once more ,
that is for sure .

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