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Words Left Unsaid <Beckys--Poems>

	A poem from Steph that I really liked	662 dni temu
	Flying With The Angels © Gathering around A tiny hospital bed, are the faces of a grieving family watching her fight. The tuneless mechanical beeping that is timing each minute, is hooked up to the sick girl and is in time with her frail heart. She lies still with the tube down her throat, she is too weak to move now, so she just lies, eyes half closed, but she still fights. Unaware of the people in her room she feels so lonely, she asks God why her? Or why anybody at all? Her hollow breathing rebounds off the pristine walls and she knows she is nearing the end, but she refuses to dies alone so she fights harder still. There is a choll in the air and the room gets colder, the bones in her body are ice and the pain is now unbearable. She cries out for her mother, "I cant do it much longer Mummy," "it hurts so much" Her mother rushes to her side and whispers gently, "Its okay Baby, I'm here, Everybody is here." "Mummy" "yeah baby?" "i'm sorry I couldnt be everything you wanted me to be, but I tried..." A tear slipped down her mothers cheek and she spoke hoarsely, "you were everything I ever wanted and more, I'm so proud of you darling" "I think its time to go now Mum, but I'm so scared" "Dont be scared my little angel, you wont hurt much longer." "I love you Mum, I love you so much" "I love you too baby, but its time to give up the fight" The life slips from her grasp, before the sea of people , and the beeping of her life support turned into an endless note, she was finally flying with the angels. As the tears flowed freely from her mothers eyes, the crowd of mourners looked on sympathetically Watching the grieving mother cry for her lost baby
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	Another great poem from TIFFANY whoo =]	679 dni temu
	Hand in Hand Going in the deep side without saying no All linked in hands Too scared to let go Then go back up to where we could touch the sand Still we were hand in hand Now when we need each other the most of all We’ve finally let go To let each other fall With no paddle to row No longer hand in hand No one to catch you when you fall Or save you when a current pulls you under I guess you weren’t there after all And it starts to rain, no thunder No longer there Now im all alone Almost dead And you’re up on your thrown There’s nothing left to be said Still there As I wake up from this nightmare And we’re hand in hand Friends forever as you swear As im pulled back to where my toes touch the sand After all We’ll be hand in hand To catch each other when we fall Together as if trapped in a rubber band As large as the world gets its still small Cuz we’ve been hand in hand after all
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	A really good poem that one of my friends made	679 dni temu
	My Little Angel My little angel isn't so bright her wings are black and comes out at night shes fairly pretty but her dress is all torn she's not so nice so just be warned she does her best to make me bad when i do good that makes her mad her eyes are red full of fire some of her body is wrapped in barbwire instead of a halo around her head she carries a blade one swipe and you're dead her skin is grey and her heart is hollow whatever she does you better not follow her soul may be empty and her actions unpure but shes my little angel i know this for sure -willow cigrand march 28 2007
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