The taste of strawberries, on my tongue, use to taste sweet now they only taste bitter. My memory is full of the long summer days stretched on the grass with the breeze blowing our hair away from our young faces. My memory is good, and I remember every blissful detail, if I close my eyes I bet I could be there again, with you. You use to eat strawberries like an addict, so I was an addict too. I was an addict of many things that summer; your kiss, your smile, even your warmth. One strawberry became two, one kiss became two, but you and I we became one. Envelopes with invitations to events had both our names squeezed on them. When I needed to be reached they would call you. We were always connected at the hip. We thought it were impossible to be apart, we were so foolish. Without you I am only half, and everyone knows it. I am addict and you are my drug. I can’t pinpoint the moment when the withdraws started. I don't know when your contact slipped from my phone or when my wallpaper changed. I thought if I deleted you enough I could delete the pain too. It sounds harsh to try to forget everything we had but you left and I tried letting go. Days of missing you are frequent and long, and they only bring scars. …show more content…
You would always pretended not to notice the smiles and giggles from girls, when you walked by, and I loved you even more for that. Know they've found new beautiful faces to smile and giggle at because you are gone. I, however, can not smile or laugh because you were the reason for my smile and the cause of my laughs, but your brilliant smile is now dust. I refuse to talk to you now, because our secrets we share will not be kept secret by the strangers around you. You are stone. The only words you speak are the engraved writing that only holds a date and your meaning on the earth. You were always so much taller than me know I stand taller than
The novel ‘Nanberry’ written by Jackie French is a novel which talks about how a native boy is adopted by the first Australian Surgeon and settles with a complexed family. Of these, the surgeon, however presented as a victor but ultimately the villain, on the other hand, the native boy is shown as a victim, though it could be argued that he is something of a victor.
A thousand words won’t bring you back; I know because I’ve tried Neither will a thousand tears; I know because I’ve cried. I wish you could’ve stayed longer But this is my one chance to say goodbye. Dumby Red, you always be in my heart
So when we found that we could not make sense. Well you said that we would still be friends. But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over. But you didn’t have to cut me off. But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.
I can’t do it. She’s gone, and I need to accept it. She’s gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. She was pieces of sand that I held on to too tightly. Her little particles longed to get out of my firm grasp. And now she’s gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone, and never coming back to me, to hold my hand or kiss my lips.
Frosty, bitter, crisp air filled my lungs, It wasn’t supposed to happen, maybe it's her fault. Intense, vivid, sharp, the language of tongues, It wasn’t supposed to happen, keep this secret in the vault! Flustered, warm and naive, heading towards harm.
I visited your grave for the first time today, it’s been 3 months. I’m sorry I didn’t attend the funeral, I know I was in hospital but I felt like I should have been there anyway; they could have wheeled me down. They had to sedate me you know, when I was in hospital. I was hysterical and nobody would tell me what happened, they wouldn’t tell me that you had died. You shouldn’t have died.
You promised to never let go. There are still times that I feel the pain. All my fear that builds and festers within me, trying to convince me none of it's real. That hiding away is the only way for me to stay safe.
You were my everything, you were there for me. And now you left me empty, nothing in my caged heart. The emptiness inside me is the only way to safety. You broke me and left me empty, but know I’m stronger than you will ever be.
His rumbling purr shattered the night and her dream fell away. The king must be fed. Figures, why would I ever get a real day off, anyway? Groggily, she got out of bed and filled his bowl full of his new, vet-recommended food as he rudely weaved in and out of her legs, no doubt trying to trip her. Sadistic little bastard.
Your cruel words and remarks cut me to the core. I doubted at first, this couldn’t really be you? “I won’t let you hurt me,” I said, I swore. But we were almost at an end, that I knew.
The helplessness I felt as I sat clenching my head in the murky, brisk night. The words “ I will always love you no matter what”, repeatedly played in my head like my favorite melody. The feeling of your hands riveting my face as you gave me one last kiss overwhelmed me with heartache. The pessimistic stare you gave me as you proceeded to say, in a sorrow manner, “Goodbye Jo”, haunted me forever. The moment I never thought would come about came into prospective right then, you were no longer mine.
I know if I act like this again it will bothered you, perhaps this will also make you more keep the distance with me but I also don't know how to hide it because trying to lie to myself is more painful. I've been trying not to think about you, but I can't. I feel like an idiot at this time, don't know what to do. I know it will make nonsense for you. You now that I still have high hopes, but I'm really desperate with this problem, it made me depressed, my insomnia getting worse each days. I think its all my faults and I deserves for this. I think Van Gogh are right, he said that "Sadness will last forever" in his suicide letter. May be this is my faults not treat you well and I'm sorry for that. But I'm glad if you're happy now, I'm glad if
And it deflated with sadness when you were taken away For nine months I held you, felt each little kick To think of our lives without you is making me
Waiting in Vain There’s no reason to be scared, so you said All pains and emotions will soon be dead. You will forget me and the things we had Oh, tell me why I’m missing you so bad?
I woke up in a cold sweat. Don’t do this to yourself again, I told myself. He’s gone. He doesn’t want you, he chose her. I still remember the day you told me you loved someone else. I can still feel my face fall and hear my heart break. I wanted to hate you, but I wanted to hate her even more. But I couldn’t make myself hate either of you, especially not the person who once brought me so much happiness.