Fluffy
Fluffy
A description,
A feeling,
A pet.
A pet,
My pet.
Since first grade;
Eight years ago.
December 9th,
A day,
A moment,
A sorrow.
A sorrow,
My sorrow.
Heart,
An organ,
A necessity,
Torn.
Torn,
Torn by things not controlled.
Can’t be controlled.
Life,
Fate,
Destiny,
God’s Will,
The names are plentiful,
Yet so is the hurt
It leaves behind.
Name,
A noun,
A description,
A word of hurt.
A word of hurt,
Now I can’t speak the word.
The mention of her name,
Brings tears to my eyes,
No matter if
The memory is happy
Or funny.
She
Is gone.
And will remain so,
Until the day,
When I enter
The pearly gates of Heaven.
Time,
A healer,
A thing,
A hope.
A hope,
My hope,
That the hurt death
Leaves behind,
Will be cured
By Time.
Maybe it will,
Maybe it won’t,
But,
Either way,
Life must go on.
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was posted on Feb 6, 2011 by
Pigfarts.
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"A collection of poems I have written about hurting, pain, and confusion."
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