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Everyday I will look up And forever think of you My little angel with wings Who meant the world to me In such a short period of time

Some choices are hard to make Like what colour to wear on the hair Or a dress to walk a ball in However hard they may be They are easy to the mi..

I stared at her lie there Like a body without a soul She gasped for air I had sucked from her moist lips And felt the tremble in her hips. In the..

She stood alluringly by the window. Watching the ducklings swim in the pond. For a moment in a week I felt like a man again. Looking at her nearly ..

I dodged that bullet. Nearly lost myself chasing after the wind. Masqueraded as happiness I opened the door. And almost sold my soul to the devil. ..

I still talk to her. In my alertness and slumber. I whisper her name and I hope she hears. Wherever she is I wish she was here. I mention her name..

I died a little today. As I did yesterday. I will die a little more tomorrow. Until I am no more. But until the day comes My heart will keep on b..

I will forever cherish the day I met you. Thus when my whole world changed. For I no longer see any more beauty. That is comparable to you. For I..

There is something about the rain. Fervent and nostalgic yet so soothing. That I feel at the core of my soul. With every drop that touches my skin...

I fear not the rain or snow Nor the wind that blows vehemently I fear not the sun If tomorrow it fails to rise again I fear not the moon Or the..