Are you scared of dying?
Should I hold your hand?
Do you need a cup a tea,
or a helping hand to stand?
Are you afraid of crying?
To show that you are scared?
Do you feel like you need to ask
god why,
you feel so unbelievably unprepared?
I have so many questions,
that I don't know how to ask.
I feel like when I am around you
I have to put on a fake mask.
Did you know you look beautiful,
so innocent and pure?
I pray to god each night to send us
down the cure.
I feel like I have so much to tell you,
I just don't know where to begin,
because I know there's an end
and I don't have very thick skin.
I just want to put my arms around you,
and hold you close and tight.
To tell you not to leave me,
walk away from that bright light.
But I know it's your time to leave us,
Deep down I truly know....
You fought so hard, and
you are so tired.
God has sent
an angel down for you.
It's time for you to rest now.
To finally be at peace.
I love you so much, you know?
I just really wanted you to see.
nice poem
the end of her story
starts that nice poem
to be always remebered
Thank you!
Thank you!
There Are Few Words
Describe loss following agony
and death an elusive adversary
languish in empathy
unable to be a comfort
inside the anger.
.
Why is a question for other
answers, none live here,
when beauty is ending here
and the hurt has no
definition.
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Stella L. Crews
03-16-17
446p
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