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ravenfire
Over 90 days ago
Bisexual Female, 50
Straight Male, 50
0 km · Dublin
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A Fathers touch, A Daddy's kiss,
A grieving Daughter, You're greatly missed.
An empty house, An empty chair,
A fathers love, No longer there.
A broken heart, Tear filled eye,
Another soul to fill the sky.
Many memories in my mind,
Some I laugh, Some I cry.
The times we shared, The laughs we had,
Things I miss when I think of you Dad.
Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,
Only memories, Of what once was you.
Missing your laugh, I will never again hear.
That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.
No more smile on your face,
No more warmth of your embrace.
The last hug, The last kiss,
The last "goodbye" leaves me with one last wish...
To have you Dad, here today,
Never to leave your Daughter this way.
A Father's touch, A Daddy's kiss,
A grieving Daughter, YOU'RE GREATLY MISSED!
A grieving Daughter, You're greatly missed.
An empty house, An empty chair,
A fathers love, No longer there.
A broken heart, Tear filled eye,
Another soul to fill the sky.
Many memories in my mind,
Some I laugh, Some I cry.
The times we shared, The laughs we had,
Things I miss when I think of you Dad.
Realizing that's all I have to hold on too,
Only memories, Of what once was you.
Missing your laugh, I will never again hear.
That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.
No more smile on your face,
No more warmth of your embrace.
The last hug, The last kiss,
The last "goodbye" leaves me with one last wish...
To have you Dad, here today,
Never to leave your Daughter this way.
A Father's touch, A Daddy's kiss,
A grieving Daughter, YOU'RE GREATLY MISSED!
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and while some women here think they are supermodels and can treat others like shit, in truth they are the ugliest people on the planet, and as i have found a lot of these beauty's have no pics and never been on cam, so for all we know it could be a total minger on the other end of the computer.
I hate big headed twats:taz:
This is a wonderful thread, this is a poem a friend sent me on the passing of my baby, it made me angry at my friend at first but when i read it properly it made me cry with the thought that was in it. my friend didnt write it.
The Existence Of Love
I had thought that your death
was a waste and destruction,
A pain of grief hardly to be endured.
I am only beginning to learn
That your life was a gift, a growing
And a loving left with me.
The desperation of death
Destroyed the existence of love,
But the fact of death
Cannot destroy what has been given.
I am learning to look at your life again
Instead of your death and your departing.
~by: Marjorie Pizer~
The Existence Of Love
I had thought that your death
was a waste and destruction,
A pain of grief hardly to be endured.
I am only beginning to learn
That your life was a gift, a growing
And a loving left with me.
The desperation of death
Destroyed the existence of love,
But the fact of death
Cannot destroy what has been given.
I am learning to look at your life again
Instead of your death and your departing.
~by: Marjorie Pizer~
