Send Me an Angel

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I haven’t looked up in a while
I did…last night
you were there
as promised
with a smile
that saved my day

I’ll Just Be Here…

Tell me to turn and walk away
I’ll just try harder than I did today
Tell me to move on and completely forget
I’ll just think about you more every chance I get
Tell me you hate me and you no longer care
I’ll just know you’re still hurting and need more time to repair
Tell me I’ve banished from your broken little heart
I’ll just be here with the pieces until the day, we’re no longer apart

Daddy’s Girl?

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Let’s see, where should begin? For a couple of weeks, I haven’t been feeling the greatest. Hence, my most recent post and it’s morbid tone. Although, if I hadn’t posted what I did and the way I did, I wouldn’t be typing this to you all right now. I say this, because of the overwhelming support I received from it. I’ve got some pretty cool friends out there in the bloggerverse. They really came to my side, almost instantaneously let me add. I’m a very lucky guy.

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Wilting Love

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I held the prettiest flower this morning.
It reminded me of you.
Sadly, it too had been plucked from its roots.

Harboured Feelings

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I had you for a while,
then…I lost you to the sea.
Alone in these narrows,
until the day you return to me.

 

Journal Entry # 132 – Never Too Late

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Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. – Maria Robinson

Kin

man s hand in shallow focus and grayscale photographyYou were already dead to me.
But, I couldn’t stop my heart,
when yours did.

Ashback # 2 – That Afternoon…

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We played and played. Dad, at your service, what game shall we play next? You couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you…that afternoon, together.

Journal Entry # 73 – Still missing those beats…

frozen wave against sunlightIt’s hard to mend what’s broken, when it’s been so long since our hearts have spoken. – Ash, aka Dad

Journal Entry # 33 – One Sunday

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Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
– Dr. Suess