No closure
to what may be
the rainiest day on life.
the day an angel was set free
even though we counted down
the minutes untill she left
she knew it was her time.
she knew she had to close her eyes.
a thought of relief kept in the back of our minds.
for no one wanted her to suffer anymore
when the final day came
a silence fell over the homes everyone whos ever had their hearts touched.
for anyone whos ever loved.
ever cared.
ever laughed.
ever been with someone who've made them feel warm
had felt the rain on that day.
in the spirit of the lord.
she was put on this earth
to do good then suffer
and wither away.
a walking angel who couldnt take five steps,
without springing a mile.
the story of an angel
whos cards she gave
and kept on the side
the flower and lace still glued on
only, like her, are crumbled and slowly fell apart,
yet inside those cards,
the words, still delicately bold
strong and far from soulless.
the story of an angel
who like those cards are faded outside
but fully alive within
whos spirit lives forever.
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