LOSS - Poetry about the loss of our loved ones - Poetry

TITLE: MOURING THE LOSS OF YOU.

I remember it very well,
The night you passed away,
Now i'm faced with monotony,
Every single day,

I remember we were having fun,
Out on our final date,
Then a car sped around the corner,
You screamed but it was too late,

I stood there for a moment,
Not knowing what to do,
The car hastily left,
Leaving me alone with you,

I started crying suddenly,
In uncontrollable sobs,
It seemed like for a moment there,
My life abruptly stopped,

A man who heard all the chaos,
Come out to ask me what was wrong,
And i told him very shakily,
That my one true love was gone,

He rushed back inside his house,
And called the ambulance,
They came and took you away from me,
Now all i have is silence,

After that came the police,
And my home they took me to,
Now alone, here i sit,
Mourning the loss of you,

I know you're dead but never gone,
For you're still alive in my heart,
And deep inside me I know that,
From love we'll never part.
the end bu valerie =)

Valerie/Broken Doll
springy51@hotmail.com

You Meant So Much

You meant so much to all of us,
You were special and that's no lie.
You brightened up the darkest day,
And the cloudiest sky.

Your smile alone warmed hearts,
Your laugh was like music to hear.
I would give absolutley anything,
To have you well and standing here

Not a second passes,
When your not on our minds,
Your love we will never forget,
The hurt will ease in time.

Many tears I've seen and cried,
They've all poured out like rain,
I know that you are happy now,
No longer in any pain.

Nichola Firth

Sorry!

You died when you were only young,
I didn't have the time.
To watch you while you went and slept,
To cuddle you when you whine.

And now your gone, what can i do?
But wish i could turn back the clock.
I didn't mean to hurt you,
To me, you meant a lot.

As you laid dead in your cradle,
I cried a million tears.
I loved you more than anything,
You were worth all my fears.

I'm sorry you had to go my love,
I do anything for you back.
I prey that you are happy now,
Laid buried in a sack.

Nichola Firth
24.11.98

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