UNDERGOING EDITING [Highest rank 103 in Poetry 11-12-17]
[#105 in Poetry 11-02-17]
[ #139 in Poetry 10-13-17]
[#205 in Poetry 9-21-17]
We never know what to expect in life.
I take what it gives me and melt it into words that leak into Poems.
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I lay my flowers on the ground, a silent tear falls down my pale face.
Here Lies Jace Criseson
I loved you.
And you knew that.
But as I turn to leave, the last words we spoke burn in my mind.
How could I ever forget them?
We were fighting. I was mad. I ran out of the house and slammed the door...
The last words I said to you were, "I hate you."
Oh, how I wish they weren't.
Little did I know. You stayed up all night, writing down each and every wonderful and precious thing you could about me. You knew I would come back.
I wish I did.
My words are something I can never take back, I wish I had said, "I love you," Instead. I wish I had spent that night telling you what you meant to me.
But wishes are just one thing. Regrets. Chances we wished we had taken, but didn't.
I urge you, don't ever take anyone in your life for granted. They're there for a reason. If the last thing you said to them, was the last thing you could ever say to them.
What did it make them feel?
Did you tear them down? Did you speak harshly? Were you speaking out of anger?
Don't ever, ever, take your words for granted.
For they have the power of life
&
Death.
You decide which.
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