right. ohkay. my best friend is dying. but in some way i knew it was going to happen. through my poems :S yu may b like urgh heres a fuking fake goodbye but please im not joking! HELP ME! :'(
ohkay, i wrote this poem a день before my frend started Актёрское искусство weirdly and another a день before she found out she had pancreas cancer.
poem number one:
Closest of strangers,
Time takes it's toll
Keep close to your loved one before they can fall.
No еще of the laughter
Only the clock ticks away
Ever so slowly the thread shall fray
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly their smile fades away.
poem number two:
Nearer and nearer death comes along
Through the path where it doesn't belong
Don't waste your time
Keep close and shine
Be there until their Smile is long gone.
:( im not faking, PLEASE tell me what is happening to me. :( i gtg Livane's waking up.
ohkay, i wrote this poem a день before my frend started Актёрское искусство weirdly and another a день before she found out she had pancreas cancer.
poem number one:
Closest of strangers,
Time takes it's toll
Keep close to your loved one before they can fall.
No еще of the laughter
Only the clock ticks away
Ever so slowly the thread shall fray
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Ever so slowly their smile fades away.
poem number two:
Nearer and nearer death comes along
Through the path where it doesn't belong
Don't waste your time
Keep close and shine
Be there until their Smile is long gone.
:( im not faking, PLEASE tell me what is happening to me. :( i gtg Livane's waking up.
I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
или protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
или protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...