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Time is flowing out of my being
as I laid on this cold floor
I wonder if my life had meaning
before God knocked on my door
I fell upward, toward to sky
Looked down at my face
wondering why
before going to Gods place
All the friends I have left
All the family who shed tears
All the people I have met
All the years I have cleared
I cannot go back
My time is done
Going up a track
To where I begun
Goodbye my friends and fellow human
Mind I ask, what on earth are you doing?
as I laid on this cold floor
I wonder if my life had meaning
before God knocked on my door
I fell upward, toward to sky
Looked down at my face
wondering why
before going to Gods place
All the friends I have left
All the family who shed tears
All the people I have met
All the years I have cleared
I cannot go back
My time is done
Going up a track
To where I begun
Goodbye my friends and fellow human
Mind I ask, what on earth are you doing?
Literature
day 305 of heartbreak.
"i know you love me."
darling ,
i love the way you look at me
with eyes full of adoration .
(but that gleam has disappeared)
i love the way we gab and gab
about nothing and everything
at the same time .
(but we haven't spent a 4am together
in quite some time)
i love the way we can fight through
the thorns of life together .
(but now my body is filled with splinters)
i love the way you tell me i'm beautiful
and i know you mean it in every way .
(but now you can't even stand the sight of me)
i'm going through the motions
of heartbreak ,
the stages of grief.
listening to your ramblings
about how you think you know me .
but the thing
Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
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nothing more
He likes girls who slowly break him
give him bruises
internal scars and memories
tear marked pillows
She likes guys who are a challenge
give her goosebumps
something to think about before sleep
anxious sigh
He likes girls who laugh at his expense
have quirky smiles
cute giggles and sparkly eyes
a good audience
She likes guys who keep their distance
have time alone
stay away, no thing as authentic comfort
'danger, keep away'
He likes girls who teach him about love
it doesn't exist
authentic love is just an idea
and nothing more
She likes guys who don't say the 'l' word
she has said
"your love is fickle."
and nothing mor
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Written for my friend who just passed away. You were awesome man and will be missed. This is my goodbye to you.
© 2012 - 2024 ColdAmuChan
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It's very nice. I do think the 'wondering why' in the second stanza seems a bit out of place. Perhaps you could lengthen that by a few syllables. And in the second to last stanza, "where I've begun" sounds a bit more appropriate. Overall a very nice, heartfelt piece.