i can't reach you,
that seems all that could comfort the lost
a touch, my eyes
that would say more than cheap words
i won't lie
i have sisters, younger than me
it's crippling how it could and did happen
They were our Ronan's
as Taylor Swift said,
but we didn't have a good-bye
but words don't mean anything
and flowers do pile up in the worst way
but let my words do
what my eyes, heart and hands cannot
to hug you, to watch you
to sit back to back as your support
if i could help
i would
Christmas won't be the same...
your Angels are in heaven again
but we want them down here
with anguished heart
and broken eyes
To the families Ronan's
who didn't come back,
alive
I'm sorry.
LizB
yeah the highlighting got a little funny-but i spoke as best i could...
i'm finding that drawing and drum beats are really helping me cope with this.
And what's striking me is...
This has nothing to do with me-but i still wanna send out my concolences, that i feel it too..
and-heh-i just brushed up on this but, Kids?
This is for you :)
The Glow-Shannon Saunders
From the curly wavy haired girl behind the screen to you,
Liz B
