stolen gift©
The sky is always grey,
even on the sunniest day.
The weather is always cold,
without my pooh to hold.
I was given a precious gift to enjoy,
it was like christmas w/a favorite toy.
But my gift wasn't even half used,
it was stolen from me i feel so abused.
Certain things will stay as he left them,
to do otherwise no heart or momentum.
Everything anyway just makes me cry,
it will only get worse as time passes by.
Nobody knows how i feel i'm sorry,
there's no life left down here for me.
I'm dead inside cept for undying love,
for the greatest man that waits above.
Facing the day without him in it,
i can't take another minute.
My heart is broken can never heal,
nothing down here has any appeal.
Now i lay me down to weep,
let me die in my sleep.
If instead i should wake,
it shouldn't be it's a big mistake!
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