Resting PlaceA Poem by brucethemaster
Your resting place is under dirt and grass
And I sit here on my living a*s One I watched suffer until the last breath The other never got to live and only met death Each one meant more to me than I could explain Each loss filled me with pain Every day without them, I can only count the days I wish they could've stayed Every breath they don't take Is a breath I wish I could give Just to hear a heartbeat at least one more time What I would give to tell them about my love for them It hurts to know this is only a dream And in that dream is this wish I make But reality bares its teeth They're gone and I only have the memories to keep. © 2013 brucethemaster |
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Added on April 25, 2013 Last Updated on April 25, 2013 AuthorbrucethemasterWVAboutName is Bruce. I am engaged to Mereanda and we have 2 kids together. My writing career started in 2002, I am the author of the Insanity series and other books that are available on Amazon just search .. more..Writing
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