i let go cause i wasnt strong enough..

i wish i read the last page first

On his body we built this city
Boston labourer and husband, S. Quentin
We didn’t know he was in the pit
Before we’d poured 40 tons of cement in

He left this world in slumber
Our beloved father Phil
To never wake in dark again
… Or maybe he will

He slipped away from this world
In the fall of 2024 our Opie
The windows were spotless
But his ladder was soapy

We don’t
Want to be kept like prisoners
In the cage
But
We are happy to built the
One for others
Just to fulfil ours
Craves

Ive never known love before like the kind of friend it takes to keep a pair of house shoes for you when you visit
-ERS

It take
Only one positive hand
To lift the pressure
To boost it
Making cheerful
And fruitful
Time.

Innocent looks
With lovely eyes carrying cute face
Holding sweet smile
I’m the princes
Whom you often dream of
Who has the power to change
Your faith.

So many bubbles of
Success and happiness
Around you
Is been raised
From a magical aura
Of simplicity nature
In you
Making you more shine
Fading the haters line.