The lines between reality and unclarity are blurred, as the voices in my head that attempt to accept that you have passed prefer to remain whispered. In you, I saw the brightest light, your future seemed so promising, as the love I have for you remains, never wilting, only blossoming. You were my greatest role model, I looked up to you even when you were down. And now as the sands of time turn, I die a little inside knowing that you will be lowered into the ground. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, from the Earth you came, and in God I trust, that you will forever remain a part of me, a star in my sky that shines brighter than the rest. Like the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west, my love for you was so magnificent, I gave you nothing short of my best. My greatest role model that I would stay up late to emulate as I watched you with adoring eyes, those same eyes fill with tears now that I know that you have reached your premature demise. I found you lying face down and assumed that you were just sedated, until I arose early the next morning to sadly see that your soul had been liberated. You are now with my other Earth angel, floating high above the skies, I will carry you in my heart until the very end, your legacy will live on in the brightest lights of your beautiful daughter's tear filled eyes. The only certainty in life is death so with the utmost strength and candor, I attest that your name will remain on my lips until my very last breath, you are my commander. Rest in peace my beauty queen, we will meet again one day soon; every night I will remember you, as I wave and say, "Good night, moon."
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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