Postings with tag: good-bye
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May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain falls softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Say what you need to say ... even if you are trembling... even if it is so difficult to get it out... somehow, say it, write it, type it, release it, our souls have but a brief time in this moment
This is the lyrics to an unwritten song.. If you'd like to put music to it, please feel free to ask me and do so! The storyline is about a girl (a different girl than the others) who led me on for a few months, and this poem was written…
Good-bye always seems like it is going to be this epic thing, especially if you are saying good-bye to someone you love. It is weird, how the moments seem fleeting but at the same time seem to last forever.
Things begin and things end, yet the feelings live on in the memories and the moments until they learn to fade away... time, only time it appears, can help with the healing... but it is a slow process when it relates to what changed who you are.
Yes, no condition is ever parmanent .Yes, you will come out of this inmate ,cell or prison .Yes, you will be self-sufficient . Yes,...you will laught again.
My officer left today. He recieved a Red Cross letter saying that his father had died. Even though it broke my heart to see him everyday, this hurt even more knowing I'll never see him again.
I lived on a military base, and dad was leaving...I had to think of something. To me, this is sad....and to some true. The children don't know where their parent is going, and some just believe they are gone forever... To some, gripping the fence and watching thier mother or…
This is the next book of 'Good-bye. Your brought 10 years into the future, into Octobers minds eye. Her mother,Shea, was taken when October was only 7 years old. Ever since she knew it was her destiny to get her back. Then on days after her 17th birthday, she gets…
This is a poem about my best friend. I miss you Kelsey, and I love you! I really hope to see you again. The poem isn't very good but I cried while writing it. I hope that you can feel what I felt when you read this because Kelsey truly…