I lay at night looking into your eyes, even tho your a million miles away.
I can see them like it was just yesterday, darling quit crying, everything will be fine darling, don’t say the words your about to say..
I truly love you this isn’t the way its suppose to be.
I’m sorry, please don’t make this decision, not with out thinking about me..
I wake up as the doctor turns off the machines one by one, he was a stout looking guy a bit awkared to look at, the sound that came next will live on until I pass, in my mind forever, as there’s only one sound thats louder then them all, its a beeping noise, showing that my baby has just passed away.
I live day by day, wishing she was still here. Praying that it was just a dream and it truly didn’t happen, then I walk down stairs and see that her pictures are put away, the kitchen looks as if it hasn’t been cleaned in years, there’s no trace of a woman anywhere. however it all floods back to me.
I was driving i shouldn’t of been, I was drunk well past the limit. why she let me drive ive not a clue, she could of easily just taken the keys from me before I got behind the wheel, but she didn’t and we didn’t even get a mile from the bar before we… hit the patch of ice on the ground and skidded into the tree… killing her.. and our baby girl.
Found on my Poetry Site: Exit Wonderland.
I’m impressed honey..
It was like “no don’t stop writing!”, but it was good like that too.
it’s like I could have read it even tho it was a book, cuz it was so catchy in away. It just made me read and read and read.
U should really continue writing :)
xo
thanks, I’ve thought and thought about writing more to this.. but I’m kind torn between doing so and not, because its great the way it is.. adding to it.. may kinda destroy the meaning behind it you know? I’ve had people ask what happens after the point where I left off..