Dear little chum, Here is my open letter to you.Misery is like a carnival, humming by in waves of the blast.echoing through the Thundering skies from miles away ,the scream of fireworks And sparkling lights ,become blood rain,it pours with the color red you poor Lil soul might be excited painting puzzle with your dead…
Daddy, you are hidden in my soul. A mist enshrouds the heart, a hidden well, Where emotions dwell, and stories swell. An endless sky, a canvas vast and wide, Each hue, each shade mixed with my splash of sadness. A beacon lost upon the shore, A guiding light, I see no more, Your laughter echoes…
I made a story with a splash of tears. And this story is just for you to remind my affection. I am trying to run from this crowd, But still, I sealed myself with your unwanted shackle. My imagination is killing me tenderly day by day And my hope just became ash I scatter this…
They say misery is easier to endure as time goes by, But that doesn’t stop me from deliberating why? I was only twelve years old When mum told me had you died. I didn’t fully know what it meant. I felt traumatized, but I still cried. I didn’t know how immense a hole your passing…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She may snipe me with her glorious words, she may cut me with her graceful eyes, she encouraged incalculable peoples showed her infinite amorous inclination. She walked in her magnificent way. She showed her gratitude toward the world She is the one who restructured a nation. Her beauty that majestic shines And her dearest…
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