Oh how beautiful you'd be
With your wavey brown hair
Sparkley blue eyes
And soft skin so fair
You were meant for this world
I was meant to give you life
Your father my husband
And I his loving wife
You had not yet existed
Yet still I mourn
Weeping for my future loss
Aching from dust till dawn
Forgive me my Angels
For deniying you this place
For becoming a monster
For destroying his happy face
Mummy pushed Daddy away
Before we could concieve
I destroyed the future
And for it I grieve
I sit and wonder
How happy we'd be
The four of us together
A family complete forever and ever
Without my partner
And the children we planned
I slip away to the next life
To escape this hurt filled land.













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--
Jordan Hopfe, Reverend of the Weyburn Branch
TCOM WB
The Church of Madness Weyburn Branch
Free Amatuer Councilling Services
[link]
J.B.Hopfe@hotmail.com
"In the end it will be okay, if it's not okay it's not the end."
--
Rooftops and Razor Blades
--
Jordan Hopfe, Reverend of the Weyburn Branch
TCOM WB
The Church of Madness Weyburn Branch
Free Amatuer Councilling Services
[link]
J.B.Hopfe@hotmail.com
"In the end it will be okay, if it's not okay it's not the end."
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