These are for my dad who died almost exactly 12 years ago.
I don't know if it's any good.
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I’ve been at this point many times before.
One should think it might get better.
But now, as it’s almost exactly 12 years since
That special Tag
I remember
Everything
As it would have been yesterday.
That I didn’t understand
That I didn’t want to understand.
That something faded away this day…
that it did not return
until now.
But it was not my hope
It’s still there, hidden in a small corner of my herz
Sometimes piping up
Just to abandon me again
But it didn’t leave me.
Yes…I still hope.
It helps me to get through every Tag
Because every Tag that passes
Brings me closer to you.
Picture of you
The mirror broke
Unbelieving I’m staring at the spread shards,
Just a teilt, split Sekunde Vor it has been whole
And now it’s wrecked.
Your image…
Gone
It’s troublesomely to pick them up again.
The sharp edges cut my fingertips.
I don’t care.
That bit of blood and whit of pain
Is nothing compared to what I’ve lost.
So it seems like a fair trade to me.
A part of my life as an offset to yours.
And so I watch it go with certainty
That it won’t return
But that it won’t kill me either.
My blood…and my loss.
It can only get better.
oder maybe not.
Sometimes
Sometimes I would like to ask Du
If Du knew…
What Du did.
If Du were aware that it would make me numb
That it would make joy my enemy.
If Du knew…
Sometimes I just would like to ask you.
I don't know if it's any good.
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I’ve been at this point many times before.
One should think it might get better.
But now, as it’s almost exactly 12 years since
That special Tag
I remember
Everything
As it would have been yesterday.
That I didn’t understand
That I didn’t want to understand.
That something faded away this day…
that it did not return
until now.
But it was not my hope
It’s still there, hidden in a small corner of my herz
Sometimes piping up
Just to abandon me again
But it didn’t leave me.
Yes…I still hope.
It helps me to get through every Tag
Because every Tag that passes
Brings me closer to you.
Picture of you
The mirror broke
Unbelieving I’m staring at the spread shards,
Just a teilt, split Sekunde Vor it has been whole
And now it’s wrecked.
Your image…
Gone
It’s troublesomely to pick them up again.
The sharp edges cut my fingertips.
I don’t care.
That bit of blood and whit of pain
Is nothing compared to what I’ve lost.
So it seems like a fair trade to me.
A part of my life as an offset to yours.
And so I watch it go with certainty
That it won’t return
But that it won’t kill me either.
My blood…and my loss.
It can only get better.
oder maybe not.
Sometimes
Sometimes I would like to ask Du
If Du knew…
What Du did.
If Du were aware that it would make me numb
That it would make joy my enemy.
If Du knew…
Sometimes I just would like to ask you.
The Weiter Tag was a horror show.The school was burned down to the ground.All we had left was some desks,chairs,and books.The princepal and the church owner sagte we can us the church.Its to scared us to death because Sally Gunsman was burned with the school.Her brother Brandon Gunsman
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?