It broke slowly
Like it was meant to torture
It never happens on the good days
It happens on the ordinary ones
Then they turn to oceans, deep and wide and neverending
They come slowly
A naunce, a flash, a memory
Then my heart breaks
Into a million tiny little things
A million times you won't be here anymore
A million things I'll become, but you won't see
A million stories I won't get to tell you
Grandpa... I miss you so much
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Grandma... I wish you could tell me another story
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Grandpa I wish I could sit again with you in silence, knowing I was completely understood
Three giants fell
One giant stands
Let me keep her a little longer
I cant take another death
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The Nevers And The Rest...
RandomThe messages we'll never send, the talks we'll never have, the stories we'll never tell... I only hope I can make you feel that you are not alone ...♡ You are Never on your own...
