Thursday, 5 January 2012

Lost now, your gone

The futures bleak, the outlooks grim
I search my heart, yet cannot sing. feelings left by grieving's hand
Concrete foundations turned to sand
Worst is the sorrow since we've grown
Loss and doubt, on one's own. remorse, no reason yet fully blown
sadness like none has known.
but away with it the tides of life
away and gone the hand does lead
in thoughts of selfish wanton greed
No more will I hold you, see you laugh and share our words of heartfelt love
In assurance a life of unbearable pain until we are there with you again



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