Words are just a representation of every day experiences and I hope to share a few of mine with you.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

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Today was supposed to be another day

And how I have made it this far, I can't say

Tiptoeing shoes are still far too loud

I'd really like to be someplace else, perhaps dreaming in a cloud

And today is grey inside and out, Amy I know it's  just for you

Whether kicking or crying, I know you'll make it through

We don't understand why and most never will

But a precious, tender heart, is something never to kill

For Terik, and Hunter, and all the ones still here

I love you, I need you, now life without you, is the only thing I fear

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