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Advice From Heaven
Contributed by
justmeallicanbe
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Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 11:50:15 AM in AEST
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Deep in a coma-like sleep I dream of you
I see your soft salt and pepper hair
I see the scar on your forehead
I see the sparse hairs on your chest
And the smirk of a smile you give back to me
I see you walking toward me
And I begin to run
Faster and faster until my legs feel uncontrollable
I fall into you and cry out Why?
Why did you have to leave me this way?
With no way to say goodbye?
Why did you leave me all alone?
With no one to trust anymore?
You look at me and smile and say
It was my time to go
I never expected it either or I would have tried to prevent it
But God had other plans
You beg me to move on with my life
To find love again and to be happy
But baby, without you my life is dark and ridden with heartache
No reason to go on
But you lift my chin and say
Go on
Ill be here waiting on you when its your time
Go on
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Re: Advice From Heaven
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by xXx_Fem_Fatale_xXx on
Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 04:33:07 PM AEST
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Touching poem, well written.
Its always difficult to loose yer loved one...even more so when it comes unexpected. May you find the strenght you need and have the sun shine again after this darkness.
Huggssss,
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Re: Advice From Heaven
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by Juzjon on
Thursday, 23rd June 2005 @ 04:35:00 PM AEST
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A poet who speaks of the sometimes harsh realities of life is a poet who writes from the heart. Not sure that I could let go either, but instead I'd likely hold fast to the dream.
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