'Death of loved one' 'sad'
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Can there be a light beyond this night?
I have zero knowledge anymore of is true.
I've been there by your side, I always have.
But you've gone to place no map can find.
In a world without someone you love,
Me and my boo, together today.
Me and my baby, sharing a parfeit.
Soon a question must be asked,
But it's a very daunting task...
Will she like it? Will she agree?
Mirror mirror
Was I meant to fall?
Roses white and dying light
silver’s sweet forgiving bite
He asked “why?”
no one answered her
as I rot deep down
beneath the ground.
15.
Still a child.
Finding myself.
In high school.
I was young.
Silly.
Generous.
Caring.
Excited.
For high school.
I had a dream.
To go to college.
They said she would stay,
that she wouldn't feel a thing,
it would be quiet and still,
our goodbye's wouldn't matter
because she'd never know,
that they were said,
If death were the color blue,
—The sky would be a graveyard.
The ocean, too.
But if the sky harbored death,
—It wouldn't seem so glum.
In fact, we'd smile when our loved ones left.
To many people a shrimp is a small free-swimming crustacean with an elongated body, typically marine and frequently harvested for food. To me, shrimp is a person.
