Raised by my mother, aunt, and uncle, I never met my father. At ten I lost the man I loved most in my life, my uncle. He'd helped raise my brother and I, making us the people we are today. When I heard of his death my life pretty much just plummeted. It took five years to get help and get my ruined life back on track. I now live not just for myself but for my uncle, being the young woman I knew he would be proud of.
I write books and poetry. I've only finished one of about 45 books, I have a better luck with finishing my poems. I put my heart and soul into what I write. Music rules my world and I have to near constantly have it playing. None of my poems or books would hold any worth to me if I didn't have any sort of musical inspiration to it.
Heartbreak
A universal word with just ONE meaning
We've all seen it before
First hand or someone else
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You were the world to her
You made her days bright when they would have been dark
You were the one to save her from herself
You were the one to make her smile
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One, two, three
This is just the beginning
Four, five, six
I got this far last time
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Blowing in the breeze I saw Death
Upon wing like any other bird
But Death was not sing son
Death sang with a dreadful crow!
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So far apart
And yet I still see your face
Hear your voice
Feel your breath
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