You’re the wings of my angel,
You’re the breath I do not have,
Cause you took it from me,
You’re the light to my dark empty hall,
You’re the tears I could not ball,
You brought me to my feet,
When I could only crawl.
You laid your head against my chest,
You and me laid there at a rest,
I couldn’t be any less than blest.
I want to hold you in my arms,
Running my hands up and down your body,
Feeling your warm breath against my skin,
The feeling of love that somehow got in,
That warm fuzzy feeling through my veins,
No more worries, no more pains,
Goodbye my baby, “will I ever see you again”,
Maybe,
Tomorrow will be another
Day,
But I promise, my feeling for you will never go
Away
My son Brandon died on November 6 2010 Brandon was only 23 years old and Brandon was and is a beautiful boy inside and out and truly missed and dearly loved
Brandon
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Brandon
Brandon this is all i have oh and guess what song came on stairway but we know this was not your song.....................Love you hun this is all we have love you hun wish you were here I have so much to say and Brandon you are not here I love you hun hold on one minute ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what am I going to do with out you well some you know hey Brandon one minute ........well I am trying to have a smoke with out doing this you know oh yeah all your hugs and kisses Brandon tell me what I should do or say please Brandon spell check Brandon oh you know all yore loving Brandon What do I do know yes father Brandon please tell me???Brandon????? where the Fuck are you Brandon I want you home!!!!!!!ok waiting you know that PLEASE Brandon give me another sign...............please................Brandon you know please......Brandon
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Night Close
Under night close
Death rose to greet me.
I turned; looked back,
Though nothing beckoned –
No one cried or mourned.
Scorned by all
– My fellow race –
I shed the byes to empty space, then
Gazed upon the stony face
Of Death anon, and
So chose our treaty.
Death rose to greet me.
I turned; looked back,
Though nothing beckoned –
No one cried or mourned.
Scorned by all
– My fellow race –
I shed the byes to empty space, then
Gazed upon the stony face
Of Death anon, and
So chose our treaty.
Brandon I'm so scared!!!
... moving on the shuttle toward death
just as my mind moves over
for its own little death.
just as my mind moves over
for its own little death.
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