She was a silent fighter with a demon in her lung that stole her breaths from her before they passed her tongue. He was a silent fighter who was always taught to share so he held his breath when he was with her so she could have his air.
I'd learnt that actions speak louder than words. im too scared to say I love you and I know its not the right time anyway but I am saying it in my actions as much as I can and watching for you to do the same
thepoeticunderground: “Teeth” April I’m actually really proud of this poem okay. This post is queued. I’m currently in New York and will be home on September Until then please enjoy these poems from the past. x Erin
Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.
Paper Feather, this would make such a nice gift: Hymn pages (music sheets, dictionary pages, book pages) - Scissors - Tacky glue - Wire cutters - Cloth stem wire wire 22 gauge (mine was 45 cms long) - Piece of card for the template - A pencil