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Summer has gone, Autumn will soon pass and there is snow on the ground before Winter is here. Thanksgiving will soon be upon us and we will all be in good cheer but those who suffer mental illness are never in good cheer. They look at the snow fall through their windows because they are not remembered during the holiday season. Some never see their families again and fell that they have all been but abandon. Snow has fall in late November and Thanksgiving is nearly upon us.
This poem accidentally got published twice
JAKE HOLMES – SO CLOSE LYRICS
Where's that smile?
I hope you didn't lose it.
Every now and again,
And wear it once for me.

Sure, I know,
It's been some time between us,
But I had to stand out some,
To get the room to see.

But it's all right now,
Hold on tight now.
I'll be stayin',
I won't go.

Don't you cry now,
We can try now.
Just takes some distance to know...

So close,
We almost couldn't make it.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.

So close,
I almost couldn't see you.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.

What a day,
I remember it was even rainin',
And as soon as I'd say goodbye,
I didn't wanna leave.

One last look,
You could see my eyes were askin',
I could feel yours,
Pullin' at my sleeve.

But it's alright now!
Hold on tight now!
I'll be stayin'.
I won't go!

Don't you cry now.
We can try now!
Just takes some distance to know...

So close,
We almost couldn't make it.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.

So close,
I almost couldn't see you.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.

Alright!
Alright.
Some things were meant to be when I lost you. I thought I could love another man after  I lost you. I tried to carry on but my life ended when when  you died and my heart broke in two when I had to say good bye to you. I tried to love again, but I could not love again after you. He was to needy wanting to much affection from me . Affection I could not give and all he ever thought was about *** and he was not much of a gentleman. He was not a kind and loving as you and I could not love him true. My whole world fell apart the day I took you off life support and watch you died in front of very eyes. I still can not let you go and I  still can not say good bye because it hurts me so. He lied and cheated on me and left me to die by myself. Something you would never do.
Still can't go on without you but I am trying hard and praying hard that   we will be together in God's Kingdom together. I miss you so and all I can do is cry and remember all the good times we had together. I wish you could come back to me but I know you can't. I am waiting to come to you but everyone is trying to stop me from doing so. I am not same after I lost you. I love you too much still.
To Frank : I love you I have no life and they keep trying to convince me there is a reason for living but I can' t  find one.
Some Things Are Meant To Be Lyrics

Jo: (spoken)
When you were first born, not an hour old, I told Marmee...

Beth: (spoken)
Beth is mine!

Jo: (spoken)
Everyone has someone special in the world, and I have you;
my sweet Beth. Give me a task to do.

Beth:
Let's pretend we're riding on a kite. Let's imagine we're flying through the air!

Jo:
We'll ascend until we're out of sight. Light as paper, we'll soar!

Beth:
Let's be wild, up high above the sand, feel the wind, the world at our command.
Let's enjoy the view, and never land.

Jo:
Floating far from the shore.

Beth:
Some things are meant to be, the clouds moving fast and free.

Jo:
The sun on a silver sea.

Both:
A sky that's bright and blue.

Beth:
And some things will never end.

Jo:
The thrill of our magic ride.

Beth:
The love that I feel inside for you.

Jo:
We'll climb high beyond the break of day.

Beth:
Sleep on stardust, and dine on bits of moon

Jo:
You and I will find the Milky Way. We'll be mad, and explore.
We'll recline a loft upon the breeze.
Dart about sail on with windy ease.
Pass the days doing only as we please, that's what living is for.

Beth:
We'll be mad, and explore. We'll recline a loft upon the breeze.
Dart about sail on wit with ease.
Pass the days doing only as we please, that's what living is for.
Some things are meant to be, the tide turning endlessly,
the way it takes hold of me, no matter what I do,
and some things will never die, the promise of who you are,
the memories when I am far from you.
All my life, I've lived for loving you; let me go now.
Soul-Mate, where are you? Are you out there looking for me
as I am looking for you.
I need a soul-mate that can be true. I need a soul-mate who is
incurable romantic like me, is there such a man please let know .
Soul-Mate can be talk through the night, can resolve our problems
by compromise and not by fight.
Can we agree on many things like making love, and health too.
Because my soul-mate I have my health problems too.
Can you be strong and stay by side rather run away like a chicken in flight.
Can you hold me when I need to be held, and tell me all will be well.
Soul-Mate will you share my faith and go to Mass with me as well.
Can be give and take equally and not use each other you see.
I will you my heart if you give my yours and we will spend the rest of our lives together until it is time to leave this earth.
Death do us part we will see each go and meet each other in a better world.
Soul-Mate I am looking for you or you looking for me. I hope you are looking just like me.
A Splendid Sunny Monday,
when the sun is shining so bright,
The cool autumn here helps
people to get out and
take their daily walks
and make it work on
time.

A Splendid Sunny Monday,
the skies are very blue,
the sun is outshining,
but my life is nothing is without you.

Mondays come, Monday goes,
the evening will come once again,
I will toss and turn without you by my side,
and
wish you were with me again.
I dare not tell anyone
about my suicidal thoughts
that are going through my
head,
They are there every day and night,
I think of them often when I am
alone and everyone I have loved is dead,
I don't confine to my psychiatrist,
He will start worrying to much,
He will try to put me into a hospital,
just makes me a lot worse.

I have to ask myself what the consequences there might be,
If I try suicide once again, will it be heaven or hell for me?

I know that Our Lord is rich is mercy and justice and forgiveness
I am taught, but surely he can see that I am over wrought.

Do I simply wait for my turn when I called up home into Heaven,
where all the ones I have loved and died are waiting to meet me.

Suicidal Thoughts, they run through my head,  but I know they are just
that, I would never try it once again because I am much braver than that.
Sunday is such a solemn day. There is not much to do. Most people go to church and watch foot ball too. They put on their best faces and go to church and pray. But when Monday comes around that's when they really   change. They are not really Christians all week through. They are only Sunday Christians and not during the rest of the week.
They need to practice what they preach because if they did they would not be doing what they do.
Sunday is a Holy Day,
So why can' t I attend?
When I look back at it,
I think of us again.

We would get up,
shower, and get dressed,
and walk to Mass each
Sunday,

But that stopped when you came sick,
and finally died on me.

I tried to go by myself,
It was to hard for me,
Everytime I went into the church,
I started to cry because I would think
about you and me.

I would get down on bended knee,
and ask our Lord to hear me,
and take away my pain,
For a period of time,
He did, but then it came back again.

I use to turn around and you would be by
my side, not anymore are you there
ever since you died.

Sunday is a holy day I know what you will say
to me,
Please go back to Mass my love,
I really haven't died
I am still there by your side.
Sundays come and Sundays goes
Monday follows Sundays,
Monday brings with it a brand new week,
Some times Monday brings with it rain.

Mondays some times has sunny days,
The sun is nice and bright,
Autumn brings with it Indian Summers,
warm days and cooler nights.

I hear the thunderstorms come through,
It cools off all the week,
It makes it a lot more comfortable
for everyone to sleep.
Sunday Tears,
that is what Sundays are for,
Sunday tears that fall
from my eyes,

Sunday tears
make me want to die,
Sunday tears that break my heart,
that is because we are no more,
Sundays have broken my heart
into parts, because Sundays
have made us depart

Sundays are no longer special to me,
they make me think of you and me,
and that you are not here with me,
I much prefer to Monday morning,
maybe I can get through the week
without weekday tears, but when
Sunday comes again I break down
with Sunday tears.
Sunday was once important to me,
It meant going to Mass and
praying to me,
but when God called you home,
it meant nothing to me,
now Sunday means nothing to me.

Religion has no longer has a place in my life,
that is because my frail heart has been
cut with a knife,
It is just a bunch of senseless words,
it gives me no comfort like it did once.

I wish Sunday did mean something to me once
again, but I don't think it will because
you are not here,

It is not the fact that I have love my lost for the Lord,
I just can't go into Mass alone, and not think
about you anymore.

I know what you will tell me to do if you were here,
I need to go Mass and hear God's Word
To take his body and blood, and let it
nourish me, and I will be well one again,
spiritually.

Sunday will come and Sunday will go,
like they always do and you will be on my mind
like you always are.

I think of you every day and every night,
I miss you more than ever know and I wish
you were here by my side.
Sunny autumn days here,
people are glad because
it brings them good cheer.

They aren't having to over dress
an to many clothes, just enough
to keep them warm and cozy.

Sunny autumn days are
bright, they lead into
cool autumn nights,
Just right to snuggle up
in a favorite blanket
during the night
Summer autumn nights
are just right

Summer autumn days are just
right, people come and go,
and relieved that the summer
heat is gone from their sight.

They don't complain about autumn
days or autumn nights,
They love both of them because
they are just right.
A  Sunny Monday,
when the sun is shining so bright,
The cool autumn here helps
people to get out and
take their daily walks
and make it work on
time.

A Sunny Monday,
the skies are very blue,
the sun is outshining,
but my life is nothing is without you.

Mondays come, Monday goes,
the evening will come once again,
I will toss and turn without you by my side,
and
wish you were with me again.
Friday The 13th,
Friday the 13th,
What is it all about?
It is about being Superstitious,
People being afraid of black cats,
People are afraid of walking under
ladders and walking on cement
cracks are they will break
their mother's backs.
Friday the 13th means,
some people will not across the road,
all because it is Friday the 13th
and they will not reach other side.
Superstitions beliefs
some people have
and will never let go.
Please Tell The Truth
Is All I ask,
Is that asking
To Much from You,
Please Tell the truth
is all I ask,
I asked you to slow down
for me,
Please Tell the truth,
Did I try to call this
whole thing off,
and that you won't let me,
Please tell the truth,
that is all I ask
don't lie over at
under your facebook
and make me the bad
person when I am
not you see.
Just tell the truth.
That is all I ask
of you.
The Tenderness of your love,

impresses me so much,

I don't know what I have

done to deserve it

and have been given

all your love.



The tenderness of

your love letters impresses

me so much, I read them once,

I read them again, and say

how truly lucky I am.



The tenderness of your feelings

for me carries me away,

I can't wake until we meet

each other face to face.



You picked me out of a crowd

of girls on a website I can see,

I don't know what you saw in

me, I really like to know that please.



I will not let you down my love and I promise

to be the best that I can be.
Thanksgiving Poem of 2014 and here I sit alone. You took off in June and abandon me, and then you ask that I befriend you. I ask my friends they tell me no because you can't be trusted once again. You are still unemployed, chasing a pipe dream of becoming a musician which will never be.  You want to be friends but what did you do you changed your cell phone number on me and blocked me out of your face-book.  Homeless you are and take it as a joke when it is quite serious I can tell you that.
Thanksgiving 2014 was lonely indeed but Thanksgiving of 2015 will be quite different you see.  I am working on me now and then when I am through I hope to have my soul mate too. Someone who will love me for what I am and who I am and not change me into a woman I can't be.
They will love me for better or worse, sickness and in health, rich and poor, until death do we part.  Thanksgiving 2014 was different to me but I still thank God for everything he has done and will do for me.
Thanksgiving 2014 will be different for me. We are not together because you left me. You are in Nashville doing your  thing, and I am in Chicago where I need to be. You are homeless, I am not, I am a poet and writer, and not just a want to be one . You are a want to be musician trying to fulfill a pipe dream but I have real publishers who want to publish me.
I may not have family but I have friends and I know if I need them I can call them you see. Your Thanksgiving will be at mission in Nashville, Tennessee but I will have a Thanksgiving here where I am right now.
The library is closed on Thanksgiving Day and I have my lap to keep me company. There is no way to send you a Thanksgiving Day Card because you blocked me on your Facebook.  You will travel from one church to another if that is fun I think that is not funny. Thanksgiving Day 2014 will certainly be different to me.
That sad day is coming,
when I heard that you had died,
That sad day is coming
when all I could is cry,
I called your mother to
ask if it was so,
She said over the telephone
yes it was true that you
had finally died.

I laid my head upon my arms,
I cried so no one could see my tears
and pain,
That sad day is coming that broke my
heart and left me alone in my misery.

I know that you fought with valiant and
tried to hold with a fight,
but it was not good enough,
and you finally lost the fight,

The sad is coming when I will cry alone,
Love doesn't die when for me
even since you left me alone.

You are in my heart and my thoughts,
I will never forget you my love,
but one day all of this will be over
and be together once again
forever in paradise my love.
When I was very young,
They sent you away from
me,
This is because according to them,
you could not live the way they want you to
live and be,
They had such plans for you at birth,
but you wanted to be yourself,
and this was not in their plans
so they threw you out.
You found your faith in the same
church that I have found my faith in now
They sent me away too because according to
them I am failure now

No matter how hard we tried
it wasn't  good enough
so neither of us had a home
but we were sent upon on own.

The one thing they could not do to me,
is turn the men who said that they loved me
against me, but I must admit that two out
of three marriages was not meant to be.

The one marriage that was happy,  Anna and the state did
ruin for me, and now I can't forgive her although I have tried
to again and again, I find impossible to do.

You are forever in my heart, you died so tragically and needlessly,
I don't think they cried for you, they cried for themselves you see
They separated us for each other by death but we have
eternal life that will us together for the rest our lives.

In Loving Memory of my late oldest brother,
Benjamin L. Wesson Jr,
born December 8, 1944
and died August 8, 1967 in Rock Spring, Wyoming.
I will alway love you.
This poem is dedicated to all of the unborn children.

Do you hear the cries of the unborn
child
Do you hear what he is trying to say,
He is trying to plea for his life,
so you don't take it away.

Do you know what will happen to
you when come in front of Jesus
on the judgment day?
He will ask you why you did what
you did, and you will not be able
to explain it away.
When he asks you don't you know
who body belongs too? and you
tell him it belongs to you alone.
Will you  listen to him tell you,
that you have that all wrong.

Jesus tell  will you in a simple say,
It was his blood that brought your
life on the deary Good Friday
afternoon so very long ago,
and that your body is not your own.

You will think twice about it,
before you take an innocent life
because every life is precious
in our Lord's eyes.
The day I found out that you died,
I had to sit down and I had to cry,
You were so young  to be taken so,
I don't know why you had to be
murdered in cold blood.

You were not out to hurt anyone,
but who knows who drives out
in our streets,
You were the prey my dear Sherry.
I hope that you did not suffer long,
and
That Our Lord in his mercy took you quickly
home.
Now it has been many years that you have
died and
still all I can do is say good bye and cry.

In Memorial of Sherry Kennedy
Born 1954 and murdered on
January 17, 1970.
Sherry's ****** still goes unsolved this very day.
I can play your game,
just as well as you,
I can play your
game and tell
you
I never loved you,
I can play your game,
and this I will tell
you
What you did to me
will come back to haunt
you.
I only have three little words
to tell you right now,
I hope you rot in hell
and I know you will.
The Girl I Mean To Be Lyrics
"The Girl I Mean To Be" was written by Levine Lucy Simon; Norman Marsha.
I need a place where I can go
Where I can whisper what I know
Where I can whisper who I like
And where I go to see them

I need a place where I can hide
Where no one sees my life inside
Where I can make my plans and write them down
So I can read them

A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me
A place where I can go when I am lost
And there I will find me

I need a place to spend the day
Where no one says to go or stay
Where I can take my pen and draw
The girl I mean to be

SONGWRITERS
LEVINE LUCY SIMON; NORMAN MARSHA
The hardest thing for me to do is forgive
what you did to me
so many years ago to Roy and me
You were my family but you turned
against me
You broke up a happy marriage, a happy home,
You made us lose our child into a foster home,
and once the state was done with us
they placed her into an adoptive home.

An adoptive home that did not love her like we could have done
and accepted her for good or for bad
You had no consciences when you went against Roy and me
and the end you expect my forgiveness no way can I do this
for you.

I would have never turned against you like you did to me
I would have stood reunited with you because you are family.
So it is what the Bible says, "Sister Against Sister,"
How sad.
No, I have tried to forgive you many times
but I have had better friends of mine who are
make sisters than you have ever been
One day one day when everything comes to an end
You will be judged for destroying our marriage, our happy home,
and having our child taken away in a foster home.
I had a brother that was older than me,
my mother and father took him away from me,
I was twelve and he was nearly twenty-three,
my parent's did not care what they did to me,

My parent's drove him out of their house,
This is because he could not live they way
they wanted him to be,

I was only seven and he was nearly seventeen,
They drove my beloved oldest brother, Larry, away from me.

He was an artist, a poet, and a writer just like me,
what my parent's did to him they did to me,
I just outlived both of them yes indeed, I made it until
I was fifty-six years old indeed.

Now these many years have come and gone,
my dearest brother, Larry, is an angel and
he still writes his celestial songs in the heaven above,
He left this world when he was nearly twenty-three, and
I remember the tears of a brother that was taken from
me.
In Loving remembrance of my eldest brother,
Benjamin L. Wesson
Born December 8, 1944 to August 8, 1967
I will always love you and I will never forget you.
The once happy life I use to live is no more,
I don't live it anymore because when
you died,
all the doors were closed and shut up
forever more,
There were but tears, and heart break,
not moving on, but wishing that
you were with me here
telling me that could do it.

You are not here to tell me,
All the doors have been closed and shut,
my life since your death has been in
a terrible rut.
I can't move a head, and I have tried,
all I think about is that I want to
die and be with you.

My once happy life is no more
because you are not any it anymore
and I am alone and my heart
is broken and all I can think of
is I want to be called home to be
with you.
I have a daughter,
She was born to me
The State took her away from me,
With the help of my family,
who were no help to me
I loss my daughter
she is loss to me

She forgets who gave her life
She turns her back on me
She gives all of her alleigance
to her adopters rather than to me

Although she has heard them say
Oh We wish we never adopted her
because she is very handicap and
has cost us much money
She has turned her back on me
although I have helped more
than her adopters helped her.

My prodigal daughter
is all loss to me
She will never return back to me
She has cut me off her her because
of who she calls her mother and father
who are not but she has heard them
say "Oh We Adopted Her and nothing
will we leave her in Our Last Will and Testament"
when we died.
We leave every to our natural sons when we die.

I can only hope within in time
She sees that I am right and the time is right
to return to me so she can be my daughter in truth and in light.
There is a lot say  in one of the songs you listen to if you listen to them all the way through. It may tell how you feel way back when or tell how you right now and every thing . It can tell you how you should feel and may be what you should do but every song has a meaning I am telling you.  I love Karen Carpenter - her songs tell a story about love and life, it tells about her struggles with mental health issues too.  Elton John has great  songs are also so true Don't Go Break My Heart is something everyone will do and Neil Diamond's I believe In Happy Ending tells what we wish but sometimes we don't always get what we wish.  Some of the songs in the Musical The Secret Garden tells you how I am feeling because the girl I mean to be is what I really want to be.  There is a lot to say in a song it can make us unhappy and crying, or make us happy and strong.
I feel you are telling me
there is a time for everything
under the sun,
A time to be born,
and
A time to die,
A time to mourn
and a
time to cry,
and I hear you tell
me
A time to let go
and a time to move on
with my life
I will do what you ask me,
because I know you loved me
so,
So now I tell you my dear
I promise to let go
I feel you have found me
a brand new love
and you approve
because we are all Catholic,
he, you, and me too.
You want me to be happy,
once again I see,
and my new love
does make me happy
as you once made me
but know this,
that I will never forget you,
because you were good to me.
There are but two people understand my loss.
"
There are but two people
I can talk to that understand
how much I miss you.

To these two people
I can cry and neither
of them get mad and
tell me to stop crying

These same two people
miss you as I and all three
of us are ready to die just
so we can be with you
up in the celestial sky.

We wait for that day when it
will come that all three of us
will be as one.
There is some one I love but he does not love me. I just wish he knew how I felt for him.  We met one or twice and we are now just friends but we are both incurable romantics and are poets as well.
We both believe we come from a different time and era. We believe the same way about our passion in writing.
He hurt me three times and the last time hurt me bad. I forgave him for that and the love is still there.
He calls me his angel, his best friend, and he values my opinion when he writes his poetry and short stories.  He is cute but vain, and he knows i very well. I just wish he felt the same way for me as well.
We are 12 years of age apart and he means the world to me but he does not feel the same way for me.
He lives with his mother and father you see and until he moves out he will never have a girl friend you see.
He works as a hospital transporter as work, and I am happy he is happy that he is able to work.
I encourage him to write because he has promise you see and I am his angel as I was meant to me.
He is the one I really love but it is not meant to be.
I have the ruby red rosary that once belonged to you
It was given to me finally so I could remember you
You were taken away so young from me
Our paren't  threw you out and could not
accept you like they could not accept me too
When I hold your red ruby rosary in my hand
I feel close to you

I am so very much like you
We share a common faith
but unlike you I had to wait
until our mother died
so she would not get mad at me
She did not believe in The Holy Mother Church
like you and I did.

Your red ruby rosary means so
much to me
I feel that we are very close because
you are near to me.
My parents wanted the perfect daughter in me,
they made all the plans and expected greatness from me,
When I could not live up to what they wanted me to be,
They made my life a living hell for me,

They called me all the most degrading names,
They thought I was lazy, but never said to the
same to their other daughters

No matter how hard I tried to please them,
It was not could enough nor the same,
I was still called lazy all the same,

When I married the first time,
They were happy and glad,
they got rid of a lazy daughter they thought they had,

When people tried to tell them I was not lazy, I was strong,
they did not believe this they said they were wrong,

Well when they both died, I did not go to  their funerals,
nor did I weep any tears, that would be bogus, because
because it was clear I was never the daughter I grew up to be,
so why should I cry any tears for either of them.
Thinking of You Is All I Do,
When you were here with me,
Thinking of You  Is All I Do,
So Happy both of us were be

Now, the happiness is gone,
All I do is cry because I am lonely,
I think of you both day and night,
And wish you were here with me,
Thinking of you is all I do,
Oh tell me how do I stop,
When you died that January day,
I only thought of you not being me
and my heart broke and stopped.

My life is but an empty shell,
it means so little to me,
this is because you are not by my side
and my life means nothing to me.
Could it be thirty-seven years ago nearly

that I held you in my arms

Could it be thirty-seven years

ago that I said you would make

a good young man

I never once thought

that you were to good

for this world and that

Our Lord would call you

home three months later

from me.



Not one tear did your father shed

I could not believe

He was a heartless monster to both

you and to me.





I watched them lay you in your grave

so small and tiny. I laid you in the country

that is now call Zimbabwe but always

Rhodesia to me.



I am glad that you did not live to

see its ruin and shame all the European

settlers had to leave and now it is a third world

country.



This was your home and where you were born

a proud once country and now the people starve

because it is a third world country.



I think of you often my son and how my life would be

if you had grown up and become a proud young man

I had hoped that you would be.









In Loving memory of my late son,

George Lincoln Rockwell Covington

born March 31, 1975 and passed away

on July 15, 1975





A mother's love never dies for her children.
By Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson, © 2011, All rights reserved.
This Valentine's Day
I am thinking of you,
Are you thinking of me
even though you are not near,
Can you see me cry,
can you see my tears,
Oh how I wish you were
here my dearest dear,
I think about on all the
Valentine's Day we shared,
and all the happy memories
I hold so dear.
I remember the card and candy
too, and now that I don't have
you oh how I miss you.
Please watch me from above,
and know in my heart
I will love you from the very beginning
and from the end of your life.
It has been three years now since you left me
I have known nothing but tears and pain
I can't stop thinking of you,
I wish you were here again.
I miss you with all my heart and soul,
my pain I can not bear
I long to be with you
I will always love my dear

Three years have come and gone now,
my heart is broken and tears never stop
I wish I could be with you
I am left in to live in this miserable world
to live a life without you.

I love you and will go on loving you
until the day I die
One day we will to be together
in that celestial sky.
In Loving Memory of Frank A. Kratochvil
Born September 8, 1948 - January 28, 2008
JIM CROCE LYRICS
Play Music
"Time In A Bottle"

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with
My happiness was cut short and I have never been since Frank passed away. My heart is broken in two and my spirit is broken too. I just want to spend eternity with Frank now. Then I will be happy.
I live in a world that makes me tired,
I get up in the morning and
by twelve noon,
I am tired,

I am not lazy nor crazy,
just tired,
I wish I had the strength to go,
but I don't,
I am tired,

I am tired when I go to bed,
I am not sleepy,
I am tired and cry into my
pillow because I am tired,
tired of this of this life,
tired of trying,
tired of trying to be happy,
not sad,
I am just tired.
Dear Rebecca,
Dear Rebecca.
It is too late,
Too make your
peace with your
father because
he passed away.

You had all the time you
needed to make your peace
with him and now he is gone
and you never did.

He passed away of Prostrate
Cancer in November
of 2008 and now
you will never get to know
him for it is
too late.
To A Special Person
From the very start,
If you start to get lonely,
remember you are always in my heart,
if you need someone to talk to,
pick up your phone and call me,
I won't be far away as I am always
at home and willing to talk to thee.

To A Special Person,
Very dear to my heart
You are the one I love the most
but I think you knew that from the start

When we first met, I knew we had some special
I just did not know what,
but I know it is something tangible and
will stay in both our hearts.

To a special person,  
that I will never forget
if you ever need me
please give me a call.
I listen to my music,
It takes me back in
time,
I listen to my music
I wish I was young
one more time,
When girls were,
and
boys were boys,
and
I knew which one
was which
I had no trouble
with my gender,
or my femininity,
I guess I never will
I love my perfume,
my jewelry,
My lace and my dresses
too,
I try to dress like a lady,
and my late mother
liked that too.
I wish I was young again,
my music tells it all,
I am just a plain incurable
romantic
and my heart on my sleeve
that is all.
Today you would have turned 58 years old. However, God chose to call you home.

You were the sunshine in my dull life and now I wait to join you in the bright light.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you

I wish you were here with me right now.

  

I think of you every day and night, and I know you are waiting for me in that bright light.

Until we meet again my love please know I will love you until the end.



In loving memory of Roy L. Mock

December 13, 1953 - November 25, 2008
Too much loss,
and
Too much pain,
All I want it to
do is go away.

I don't know if I can go on anymore,
I have loss to many people I have adored.
I can't stop crying,
I don't get much sleep,
but what I would do to get eternal peace

My heart breaks to much,
it can't be put back together again,
I cry on and on, it is all I Know what
I can do to help the pain go away,
and I pray one day I am happy again.

It seem remote that I will ever be happy again,
because of the pain I am.

Too many losses,
and
Too much pain,
All I want is it just to end.
To The Only Husband I Really Loved,
with all my heart,
To The Only Husband I really loved,
right from the very start,
when our blue eyes first met one another
we knew we were meant to be,
but than my sister and the State had other
plans and they both destroyed you and me.

We never stopped loving each other,
although we did depart,
I remember the very last words you told me,
You had never stopped loving me,
You told me I was a good woman,
I told you there was no such thing,

You told me you wished me were still married,
and to this I had to agree,

When I was told that you died of cancer in
November of 2008, it broke my fragmented heart,
this is because you were the only husband I really
loved for the very start.

Three years have come and gone, and I miss you
very much, but  I know one day we will see each
other in heaven up above.

In Loving Remembrance of Roy L. Mock
December 13, 1953- November 25, 2008
Always loved but never forgotten.
Trust is broke, Trust is gone,
My heart is broken and never sings a song
It goes on beating because it must, alone I live
in my room because I must.
He left me alone to die alone, and he has no regrets
no consciences what so ever what he has done.
He does not think cheating is wrong, he will not admit
he is wrong, and I hope he never hurts another woman
as long as he is a live.
He will use  them for their money and their *** he must have
but no $40.00 for his ****** tablet does he have.
He lives like a beggar, lives on the streets, trying to live the almost impossible dream.  I will be a phoenix bird and rise up for the ashes and he will fall by the way side in Nashville. He would not listen to his friends and he did exactly what he wanted do but I am still standing but will he be standing too. I am waiting.
It has been twelve years ago since you died and left me now. I miss you more than you will ever know. You stuck with me through thick and thin and held me when I needed it and assured me I was going to be alright and that I was going to make it.
We knew each other for 25 years and we planned to be married several times but in the end we knew we could not but we decided to remain friends and   close friends we remained. I was there for you and you were there for me and I know one day I will see you again in Heaven you see. You will have a brand new body one out of pain and suffering and I will have the same you see. When they called me and told me you  died I fell  apart I think I stopped loving and it broke my heart. I have loved after you and he too died on me and now I just won't try again because I can't love again you see. I have loved four men and all have died on me and you all four men are still special to me.  No, I will never love again and give another man my heart because when you died you took it with you.  I was blessed to know such four good men and one day we will all be together again.
In Loving Memory of Donald S Martino  Oct 31, 1934-November 1,
1994, John Richard David Werdell March 1, 1950  to December 3, 2002, Frank A Kratochvil  September 8, 1948 to January 28, 2008 and Roy L. Mock December 13, 1953 to November 27, 2008. I miss you all.
THE CARPENTERS LYRICS
"When I Fall In Love"

Maybe I'm old fashioned feeling as I do.
Maybe I'm just living in the past,
But when I meet the right one, I know I'll be true.
My first love will be my last.

When I fall in love
It will be forever.
For I'll never fall in love
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.

When I give my heart
It will be completely.
For I'll never give my heart.
And the moment I can fell that you fell that way too
Is when I fall in love with you.
I am just an old fashion girl with old fashion moral s and values. I wonder if there is some one there out me that is like me
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