the cold empty silence
it's suffocating
like the whole world has been frozen over
stripped of its warmth
there is nothing else to say
no words
just aching memories
of somebody we loved
somebody we knew
sometimes you can walk into a room
and it takes you back
the grief
the tears that have been shed
utter heartbreak
but in conclusion
all that is left
is that must rebuild
rebuild love
rebuild happiness
not for the living
but for that person
who is now with the angels
lizzie 1950-2019
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
