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My love I can not find you anywhere,
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere,
because you are my soulmate,
and us being apart can not be fate.
You did not leave because you wanted to,
It just was just something you had to do.
I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight,
and knowing you was the love of my life,
yet I would not make you my wife.
I know that's what you really wanted
and now I am feeling haunted,
by the things I should have done,
and you being the only one
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together.
But you are gone
and I can not go on,
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.
Hi. If you are reading this letter, then i know my wife has chosen you. This is to serve as my last writing directed to you after my death. Please note she has never read this letter. I would like to welcome you and thank you for choosing her over all the beautiful women in the world. I hardly know you but I'm willing to trust and respect your presence in her life and that you'll bring nothing but joy. Strongly i hope you feel exactly the same as she does, after all she chose to give you this letter. No one can replace our love, but that does not mean you should build a bridge between my past life with her. Do not attempt reshuffling her heart, empathy, sensitivity or replacing what i planted in her heart. Our tree of love will continue growing. Please take good care of her heart as it’s not billable.
Her tears of joy are always ready to explode. Every night has been a page in our love book. So please do not change the theme as you will be forced to adjust the ending. I so much wanted to continue writing our book but i had to off ramp my journey with her as the cancer was forcefully blocking my way. She doesn't know that. My fingerprints on her smiles never got damaged and the footsteps i wrote on her body never sounded fictional. If you look at the corner of her lips she owns no dark secrets. She gets rewarded for every risk she puts her family in. Her wheelchair has never had a flat tire, but if it does please contact bible services on psalm they fix everything.
What i noticed is that she loved checking up the Christianity call centres within the bible phone book. The numbers will never change, only agents do so keep encouraging her to make calls. She used to randomly open the book and choose a page with her eyes closed. Even though she sometimes looked lost she always found the right pages. I hope it’s not too much to ask, but please allow her to visit on our birthday and that's every three days before the New Year. That is the only time i could turn to the other side on my grave. Plus the funeral cover promised us non of its pillows in my coffin. Do not make yes an answer to every call made by my parents. We owe them nothing, infect i haven’t spoken to them in ten years.
With all that said she will blow your mind if you let her.
Daddy who are you?
Son I am a bi sexual man..
Dad what does bi sexual mean?
It means I like to have sex with men & women.
Because its how I feel inside.
Did you love my Momma?
What happened to momma?
How did she die?
She died of AIDS!
How did she get AIDS?
I gave Hiv to her..
Why would you do that?
Because I am a Bi Sexual BAREBACKER!
WRITTEN BY TG GREEN
This happens too much!
If your playing with him be safe..so she can stay negative..
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies
I want to here with me through the night
My heart yearns into your soul
Burning as if newly lit coal
I bravely submerg the embers
That the time I have can be spent with you
And I remember each kiss every moment
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember
So what happened was a chance for your love
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss
I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss
I lay silient in an umber
cool shadows linger, dark and grim
unseen creeks and tender winds softly caress
until the grass is damp with dew
we have no need for words
the hard words that I ever feared to say
all those nights sleeping beside him
nothing can extinguish
the hope that I could flow
the life back in him
with one mystical tune
if I tried harder
maybe I could take the pain away
if I tried harder maybe I could put back
the leaves that have fallen from our tree
words tumbling from a pretty mouth
rain from my eyes wash away the words
… in one moment watching your pain
I wished for you to die…
as I state my shamed confession
with secret woes
thoughts too strange to
house within my brain
… he forgives
contest: The Confession
Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
your last first kiss,
those times will be
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
Copyright © 2013
With bicycles and a big shoulder sling bag
You were there, at the other side of my fence
Throwing the paper toward me with a smile
Awarded me with a wonder-stricken time lag
I remember, you were ten and I was eight
It was in 1940, our first met
So soon later we allied
And all these times, I always sure that it was truly a fate
I remember, it was on an anesthetize Sunday morning
You put a ring on my finger when I was just seventeen
We started riding our life together in a rollercoaster of emotions
For years you are my one and only paperboy prince charming
Today, on your grave that is shrouded by Autumn leaves
Knowing that our love surely went on endlessly
I smile and take another breath in the eyes of eternity
A splendor moment, for our memories, far away from griefs
~ Shirley Candy
Indonesia, 11/05/2013 05.36 AM
written 2nd Aug 2013
This life is not as it should be
pick up your wife, can't you see
You're her husband, stand up!
give her a reason, to again believe
She means 'everything'....to this family
shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone
Do you actually know her at all...
damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold
Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
it must be asked...do you still love her?
Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end
This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?
Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
Love and care, or death and dispirit
It's all up to you!
Her loving husband, what will you do.....
Eons ago, in a hotel room,
I came face to face with doom!
Danger did loom
There in that dark room!
A ghoul seated on a broom
Appeared in the bedroom
And sprinkled some gloom
On my soul, so in need of a bloom!
Ready to be my bridegroom
Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom
He called out to the groom
To have a festive lunchroom!
When I found strength to be a boom
I called out with my heart's zoom
And my Lord removed my gloom
By dissipating my cursed brume!
Eons ago, in a hotel room
I begot a boon, and a re-gloom
And my soul began to re-groom
For at last, I had found my real room!
Pages of my life turn by
Pictures in my mind survive
Memories in my heart flow
The chapters with you are closed
Children all grown with children of their own
Houses from small to big to small were home
Living was filled with laughter and tears
Days passed so quickly into years
God Bless the day I first met you
With one look I always knew
You were the one I loved, you were made for me
Now I am left with our precious memories
Those days when bills went unpaid
But somehow we always managed to save
That old Chevy that had to last one more year
Our first home our first child erased all our fears
We had each other and we were strong
Together we thrived, life was our song
I stand by your grave with misty eyes
I close our book with my last goodbye.