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Did you know..

that you steal the show?

That your silk shines

like wet red wine,

when our time has intwined

and i bask in your glow?

A candle to you?

Holds not a chance....

But perhaps to save me a dance..

When somethings arent found

we all look around

buts its you that has stolen my glance.

I can still hear the sound of your laughter,

And how it sounded when you said my name.

But since you went on Home to Heaven,

My life just hasn't been the same.

Oh Momma, I never knew a grief like this...

How I long to see again, your beautiful face.

For no one else, but your loving Mother, 

Can fill such an empty and hurting space.

It seems that every special moment now,

Is missing that one special light,

For you were the light that shined at our top,

Our matriarch, who held us together, tight.

I know your loving it, up there in Heaven,

I know how you longed to be free of your pain.

And for that, I'd never wish you back to this earth,

For I know my loss of you, was certainly Heaven's gain.

But one day, when it comes my turn to depart,

And you meet me there upon, that Golden Shore.

I know then, that my aching grief, of losing you,

Will forever and finally be...no more.

Perhaps it’s because I miss you, the real you

or the thought of you.

It’s not like I know the difference.

What has happened to us?

You feel like a ghost to me,

Tell me what it is I have done,

Did you ever stop and notice all the hurt this causes?

Its as if youre not even there anymore,

Im like a ghost to you,

Its haunting me,

Its hurting me,

My heart is restless,

Who gave you right to make it break?

I dont understand it,

You mean so much to me,

Ive cried thousands of tears over you,

Ive bled because of you,

Dont put a knife in my back,

Stab me in the heart,

So I know its you who did it,

Look me in the eye and tell me,

Do you even care?

I wish I could stop caring.

I don’t know how you can’t need me

but every door I knock on looks like yours so how can I enter them

I tiptoe through the streets wishing

sewers were trapdoors

and I could jump and fall for years before landing in an alternate universe

where every stoplight doesn’t blink a glare and a lecture from my future self,

where every piano I come to doesn’t stretch like elastic

reaching for my fingertips and begging for another song about you

But we still drag our sticky boots through the mud,

maybe in a mile it’ll turn into dirt,

maybe maybe maybe

and the bullets sing in an ancient tongue,

the one that was made for us,

the one I can pull out of a hat without warning

I wish I could stop caring.

I would say I wish I could stop living but that would piss people off.

You have too much, they’d say

too much in front of you

too much behind you

too many acquaintances who have it worse off.

Maybe it would sadden them if I said it

but I doubt it

People are angry.

People are just like I feel like I should be when I say

I wish I could stop caring.

But I’m not angry…

I can’t be

when the last word I said to you was maybe.

Black

White

Darkness is a shadow

plays the keys of his face

Green

Blue

I crack with distance

can he see my sorrow from space

Amid such coldness,

I wish you were here!

Lying by my side,

Oh my dear!

I feel like being in Niflheim,

The land of ice and snow,

Missing the heat of your body,

As always you know!

It is so tough in winter to be lonely,

Without you near my sweetie!