"Simply B3li3v3"Mature

this is one is written about, dedicated to, and inspired by my late fiancee (R.I.P baby) the title is a shout out to another huge inspiration in my life and actually reads "Simply Believe"

"Simply B3li3v3"  

A question asked, safety deprived, a way out granted. A small voice ignited a flame, a flame so hot it burned neither blue nor white. A flame that would send two lives to unimaginable hights and death-defying lows. A fire so unfathomably strong that even death it's hellacious self faild to extinguish the inferno. An inferno that raged from the heart and still the question asked, answered with the sincerist of love, compassion, and hte heart's embrace. A sanctuary needed but still a sanctuary unfound just as

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the beepest of depths. Secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A night of intimate romance and passion spent, the consequinces thought of in advance but forgotten in the climatic moment. Love sealed, a promise made, a commitment vowed without a cerimony or ring of diamond crystal. Trust love and faith enteraly embeded. The night spent together made unforgettable, a connection felt. Hearts destroied and a life taken, yet the bounding never once failing from a night of intement romance and passion spent and yet,

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths. Secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A life ended suddenly, a lover's heart shattered and forever maimed, questions of why, questions of 'how could this happen to us, to me?' A match in Heaven made to last time's most devious of tests. An unspeakable connection stronger than anything chemistry could ever fathom to forge. So many laughs and memories had, now forgotten they stand. Resurrected in the lonliest and quietist of thoughts and blackest of rooms. As do the oh

So many things left unsaid, burried in the deepest of depths. Secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A day a month to remember, yet a day a month that wishes could only wish to banish. A day in 365 days eternaly etched in the most sinister of Occult blacknesses. A day in a week, a month, a year for prayers to be prayed, and respects to be paid. a time for mournful celebrations of a life praised by the highest of praises and forever held in the upmost of honourable of regards.

So many things are left unsaid, burried in the deepest of depths. Secrets untold and now in the slience they are crippling...

A final 'I love you' never to be said, just as a final good-bye never to be voiced. A downward spiral avoided by the slimmest of margins, but avoided still. And still one surviving lover rises from the ashes of the Phoenix. Never shall one surrender, never shall one give into the contemplations or urges to jump into that monsterous blackness! Hell itself endured and by the flames burned, but by the memory of a lover passed and unexplainably missed forever shall a Phoenix continue to resurrect and Simply B3li3v3 even though

So many things are left unsaid, burried in the deepest of depths. Secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A grave site visited time and time again, both in privet solidarity and chilling companionship. All the time spent in celebration of a young life turned cold. Although funeral services hath been had and a coffin lowered has been witnessed, Famous Last Words have been said, nothing could ever cause the power of emotions felt to fulter. Though a love hath ceased, one must go on and percervier through the heartbrake and struggle of life alone. For in these times of trials one shall find closure and peace, alone the way an old fire re-kindled, a passion re-energized. To honour one must endure, to pay homage to a lost Phoenix one shall remember a promise vowed etched not in stone but in the heart's crown of

So many things are left usaid, buried in the deepest of depths. Secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

The strength and determination used as fuel fond in the belife that time heals all, the motto of an Innovator and Legand recited in the hardest of times endured. 'Simply B3li3v3' one shall to make it through the hellacious blackness. From the ashes of the Phoenix to resurrect and return better and stronger, more able to cope and percervier through all the ups and downs, from suicidal opressions to the highest of glories and respects no matter

How many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths. Secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

Although so masy things are left unsaid somethings forever remian, the memories had and the laughter shared, the pain withstood, the disagreements endured, all keep a love alive in not in the blood and flesh. They mend a heart destroyed by one afternoon and heal the scars and cracks with reminiscings of a year and a half of the deepest of love's connections to the simplist of Puppy Love. And although a headstone is now engraved marking the place where an innocent Survivor now lays with a face too sexy for angels to ever lay eyes, a fighter of life a warrior of the most demoic of etities now lays with the face of an unknown Godess gazing toward the place she now unjustly stays.

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths. Secrets untold and now in the silence they are cippling...

*dedicated to my lovely "Phoenix Baby," may you forever Rest In Peace. This has been my way of saying what I shall never get the chance to say...good-bye...I love you my baby girl shawty!*  

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