Somewhat Writing Anonymously

‘His affections were the growth of time, 
Mr. Distant. 
The great jewel set aside. 
Rows of charms like a fire in a forest. Every feature equipped with a change coming. Like a juggernaut.
Like a family.’


‘There is a world in the middle, A barrier of life. It holds not just beauty, But space in it’s waves. The shimmering sun, The brightest moon. The restless waters, Singing it’s tune. Knowing words I’ve never known, Remembering signs I’ve never seen, Time is stolen by a greedy fiend, Remaining where we’ve long since been.’

‘Love,
Doesn’t end in death
She slept beside his grave,
Hoping he hadn’t left.
.
She had the voice of an angel, 
As she sang through the breeze
Long locks of beauty,
Flowing through the trees.
.
Even when time forgot,
She made the point never to stop.
.
For love is stronger than even life,
Now, his guardian angel
They sleep again as husband and wife.’


‘Love, doesn’t end in death. She slept beside his grave, Hoping he hadn’t left. . She had the voice of an angel, As she sang through the breeze. Long locks of beauty, Flowing through the trees. . Even when time forgot, She made the point never to stop. . For love is stronger than even life, Now, his guardian angel They sleep again as husband and wife.’ . .

‘I always dreamt, “I will have the perfect princess wedding” The beautiful dress and sparkling ring to match, But now I realise you can’t always get what you want. He was my dream, we looked to the sky as kids- picturing thoughts in clouds. We weren’t afraid then. You asked me to be yours, and I said yes. Because love didn’t need a reason, But betrayal does. Now I have one less dream. Mine needed two strong hearts to fight for it. But here’s the silver lining, He didn’t dream, he only slept at night.’ . Inspired by Emily Kinney’s, ‘Dad says’ Go check it out, it’s a beautifully sad song. And she is a lovely human.

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Welcome her amongst the dust.’

‘“He’s not coming is he?” I squeezed her hand, the suitcase dropping from the other with a light ‘Thud.’ She squeezed back. And without a word… we left him in only our memories.

‘He was coming back, A sacrifice was made. A distraction for the mission, He screamed when she fell, He cried when she met land. He saw her gasp and fight for his hand. He barely noticed the restrictions, or the pain. He only felt what he saw. Black and Red. He came back too late.’

Source: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/63331938490636637/

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