you were my petals,
rained to protect my core.
you took care of me on so many levels
that my voice spoke louder than any roar.
and even if you're gone now and i'm all alone,
i know i'll be okay, and i'll survive,
because you also made sure
that when the time comes, i can be my own petals and thrive.
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7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
