December 5 2014
Why didn't you and mother made up
Before your life had been put to a stop?
But there's no point in running away,
For death and gloom is bound to stay.
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I pray that someday we'll all be together,
And my heart can be as light as a feather,
Then I don't have to dwell on the sad past,
And all the emptiness in me doesn't have to last.
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I praise God, for He is my other father,
He made my life somehow less sadder
Than it should be, without you,
And without him I wouldn't know what to do.
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoesiaI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
