Of all the words I never said.Of all the words I never saidMore Like This
Thoughts I never spoke aloud
This is one I wish I had
I wish I had said goodbye
I wish I could have known
Maybe then things would have changed
Maybe then you would still be here
I could have helped you pull through
I could have said goodbye
These words they pain me
These thoughts they kill me
The memories remain crystal clear
Every single moment plays through my head
Reminders of you emerge from the smallest things
That certain song that plays on the radio
My backpack you loved
The photograph of our dorm
A million small things
They sound so little but mean so much
These moments make me wonder
They make me wonder why
Why I never said goodbye
Why I can never say goodbye
A girl so young
The perfect friend
The last one you would expect to pass
Gone forever without a word
Taken away but something so terrible
If only I had said goodbye.
Tell MeWhen you are feeling lost,More Like This
Tell me, does she find you again?
When you want to cry,
Tell me, will she dry your tears then?
And when you're having a bad day,
Tell me, does she make it better?
And when she wants to play,
Tell me, do you really let her?
When you're sad and lonely,
Tell me, does she cheer you up?
When you are feeling testy,
Tell me, does she not press her luck?
As a matter of fact, don't even tell me.
I probably already know.
She must do all those things, and more,
Or you wouldn't have let me go.
Lent 1 - AshesI am a child of ashes,More Like This
a proud sinner,
a waste of flesh and blood.
I am dust, and blind, born in shadow,
shy of the light.
There are worms in my eyes.
My fingers are cracked.
But there is One who bears a torch,
who can rekindle the fire
and burn the corruption
from my torrid bones.
My flesh will slough away,
my whoreish lips curl back,
and I will be incense,
a burnt offering.
When the flames have faded,
like a phoenix I will rise,
new and shining,
with no memory of shame,
a child of Your ashes.
Her Brother's HeartShe said it once, she said it twice. The doctor blinked, his expression uncomprehending of such a request from one so young.More Like This
'I'm sorry,' he apologised again, a slight frown pulling at his eyebrows, 'Could you repeat that?'
Absent-mindedly, the girl picked at a loose thread in her clothing, 'I want you to cut out my heart,' she answered for the third time, 'I want you to cut it out and I want you to give it to someone else, someone who can really use it, appreciate it.'
No less baffled, the doctor shook his head, 'But... but why...?'
'I think it's dead,' the girl replied, her tone emotionless, 'Or, at least, staying in this body kills it. My soul cannot sustain my heart. Not anymore.'
Intrigue tainting his professionalism, the doctor leaned across his desk, 'And what makes you say that...?'
Meeting his inquisitive gaze evenly, the girl said, 'At first it only hurt a little bit. That was when life started to go bad. My brother got sick, bu