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Lucy Needham Poem
We never got a chance,
to go to that place in France,
you said we'd stand on them
fields and all, the one from
the picture on mums kitchen
wall.
Said we'd jump out of a plane,
to the ground, from the beautiful
sky, ski-diving, that sounded great,
even though I'm afraid of
heights.
We never got a chance,
to go skiing like we agreed,
to on the way to the shop,
or complete the golden mile,
that would have been fun to
watch.
You see there were so much,
that we were meant to do,
but i will do them for the two
of us, I'll do them all for
you.
And although you won't be there,
i know you'll keep me safe,
so okay I am scared of heights,
but I'll try my best not to be so
afraid.
And i know that i can't handle
much beer, but i won't stop
till i reach the last pub, so
after i can say to you, that
we have done all of this
stuff.
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It doesn't seem
quite like you're
gone,
this has to be a dream,
knowing each other
had just
begun,
the future were
yet to be seen.
I'd hoped with all my
heart and soul,
but it seems that no matter
what,
to know you better were
my only goal,
but now the future has
come to a
stop.
I'll never forget the thing's
i learnt,
by walking by your side,
and i know that when i speak you'll
hear,
so i know that i don't need to say
goodbye.
Not yet, not ready for
you to leave,
so i'll talk to you in my head,
and i'll see you in my
dreams.
And when the time does
come,
to let go of the past,
i'll say goodbye,
with tears in my eyes,
but you'll know that
our friendship will last.
And just like you said,
in a poem i read,
a poem you wrote for me,
father and daughter,
reunited at last,
and then for eternity.
R.IP (12/07/1967~07/02/2014)
I LOVE YOU DADDY!
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Lucy Needham Poem
Fathers day stuff everywhere, makes me think of you,
The only man i ever known, who's words were purely true,
You are my one true hero, my king, my everything,
and when i close my eyes, you're here, and i can hear you sing.
I know that you are safe now, way up in the sky,
and though i cannot see you, i know you're with me when i cry,
and when it all just gets to much, when i want to shout,
i remember what you told me, and then i write it out.
I hope that you will know, that i only write for you,
i promised i would never stop, until my world is through,
so i will dedicate, every single thing i write,
i will write it in your name, in dedication to your life.
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Lucy Needham Poem
Fear slowly fills his heart,
screaming, shouting,
he wants to depart,
away from this vortex,
this whirlwind of pain,
dragged into a world
of sorrow and shame.
No one to listen
and no one to care,
he disappears in
a world of despair,
he prays for help,
he prays for light,
he prays for forgiveness,
and the strength to fight.
His desperation
knows no bounds,
locked in a world of
unknown sounds.
Until liberation
finally comes,
and his dying heart,
speeds up and
runs.
Written my me and my Dad when we first met
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I'll love you until my heart runs dry,
and then sweet heart, we'll say goodbye,
but only in person, you'll remain in my heart,
because my dear, we can never be apart.
You'll be in my dreams, as i am only asleep,
so please, do not weep,
and when we meet again, when the winds blow,
a field of gold, we will go,
but until that day comes, i will listen to you speak,
listen to your words, that make my heart weak.
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Lucy Needham Poem
Let me rip your heart apart,
to find where the pain began,
let me live inside your soul,
and I'll help you if i can!
Nothing they say,
can justify,
what they did to
you,
so let me be
your Halloween,
and you can be
mine too!
We can live in one
dark room,
together we'll be
bullet proof.
And when they
come to find us
dear,
we'll defeat them,
and live off their
fear!
No one at all,
will hear a sound,
as they lay down
on the ground,
begging for their life,
darling could you
pass the knife?
We'll get them
straight,
they won't succeed,
use all our hatred,
make them bleed.
Follow me,
into this dream,
this little dream of
ours,
they hurt us both,
and now avoid,
but we'll kill them
under the
stars!
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Lucy Needham Poem
Go ahead.
Cast my heart out to the sea,
and watch it crumble quietly,
break my spirit, make it rain,
you'll see what happens,
see no pain.
Take your shot and do your best,
then watch me laugh
at all your mess,
try to hurt me,
it won't work,
so go ahead,
and do your worst.
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I know that i don't know you,
as well as i would like,
but we have an everlasting bond,
that could help us through the night,
i know you get afraid and run,
i use to be the same,
but i'm so tired of giving in,
on life's most hardest game,
and you can deny my existence,
but deep down you know i'm here,
we can help each other out,
and over come this fear,
no one likes to be alone,
as much as we believe,
and fair enough it might be tough,
but this we need to keep.
I know i'm dragging on,
and you might not want to read,
but the truth is that i need you,
especially through this grief,
i'd just love to get to know you,
so to you this i will send,
because laura you're my sister,
and hopefully one day you'll be my friend.
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Lucy Needham Poem
The angels turn to
stone,
shattered silently as they
groan,
morbid feelings from uo
above,
a silent tear from a peaceful
dove.
Waves cascade across the
shore,
where wanted angels want for
more,
and tears of innocence reign on
down,
immortal souls don't make a
sound.
Envious eyes they look
upon,
as they try to sing a joyous
song,
of love and doubt and fear and
pain,
but in the end they find no
gain.
The devils seek to know their
place,
to turn you thus from their own
grace,
what lies within your heart and
soul,
but innocence is your only
goal.
And Shepard's seek to gather their
flock,
ruled by the hand and by the
rock,
intrinsic are the win-sick
dreams,
and love is lost where all but
seems.
To find a way into your
heart,
where hope is lost but near
depart,
what's truly in your heart and
soul,
in your life your only
goal.
Now sleeply tight what you may
dream,
life is not but all you
seem.
Except what all you live and
tell,
maybe in heaven or maybe in
hell.
Written my me and my Dad! Rest in peace Daddy, i love you 'bucket loads'!!
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Your heart is pure,
it keeps alive,
the burning fire,
in our eyes,
our souls are free,
but entwined,
forever sealed,
in my mind.
You drive me wild,
my hearts on fire,
see in my eyes,
filled with desire.
The need to keep you
by my side,
secrets told,
nothing denied.
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