I miss you. But I'm glad I got to know you before it was too late...
Not now. Not this spring.
Not this year.
You was the kindness it self,
stubborn and goodhearted.
The ones you cared about,
you loved.
And those where many-
You had a heart like gold,
a soul so worm,
arms so protecting.
A voice so safe.
A welcoming smile.
And those where many-
You was not supposed to leave.
Not now. Not this June.
Not yet.
But you left us,
crying and mourning.
Missing you so deeply.
Yesterday I dreamt-
and you where there,
holding me close
smiled so worm.
And then I woke up,
remembered that you're not here.
I'll never see your face again.
Poetry by Stine Mari Thomassen
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Written on 2006-06-14 at 10:36
Tags Love Death Pain
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Not this Spring, Not yet...
You was not supposed to leave.Not now. Not this spring.
Not this year.
You was the kindness it self,
stubborn and goodhearted.
The ones you cared about,
you loved.
And those where many-
You had a heart like gold,
a soul so worm,
arms so protecting.
A voice so safe.
A welcoming smile.
And those where many-
You was not supposed to leave.
Not now. Not this June.
Not yet.
But you left us,
crying and mourning.
Missing you so deeply.
Yesterday I dreamt-
and you where there,
holding me close
smiled so worm.
And then I woke up,
remembered that you're not here.
I'll never see your face again.
Poetry by Stine Mari Thomassen
Read 761 times
Written on 2006-06-14 at 10:36
Tags Love Death Pain
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