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[title] => The eyes of the sky
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[bodytext] => As I fall to my knees and I hear her dreadful cry I hold her by the hand as the life in her eyes starts to fade As her hands grow colder, I squeeze them tighlty and begin to think back to all the times I held this very hand when it was warm and full of life and passion I ask myself is this it, is this how her life will be remembered will she die such a horrible death that no one will even remember all the good shes done Then I took a last look into her eyes as she looked into mine and she passed I remembered the good times and the bad, I remembered everything I ever said to her and every time I disappointed her A tear slowly ran down my cheek and fell to the ground only to be soaked up and forgotten into the wet grass In that tear it held everytime good and bad time I had with her A tear that fell to ground only to be forgotten and lossed in time The feeling of any sort of happiness left me as I stood to my feet and turned my back to her lifeless body I looked to the sky and wondered if it would still look the same now that she was gone Nothing had changed the world was going on like any other day It took me a while to be able to look at the sky after that day Life or no life the sky is the same to others but has changed in my eyes When it comes to it sky or no sky she is gone and I am left to live in my lonsome But life must go on, because the sky doesnt change just for anything [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 43 [informant] => boredoms_burden [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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