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I'm so sorry to do this,
So sorry to go,
The words left unspoken,
The things you'll never know.
But I'll always be beside you,
Guiding you with my love,
I'll wrap you in my arms,
And soar you way above.
Don't ever feel lonely,
'Cause I'm just a breath away,
I'll stand there and protect you,
From your fears,
Night and day.
Wherever you are,
My light will shine down,
To guide you through darkness,
Whenever you may frown.
'Cause though I'm not with you,
My body may be gone,
But my presence is still here,
My love will carry on.
I'll fight your demons,
The cause of your woe,
And follow you through life,
Wherever you may go.
At the moment you're lonely,
Hurt and cold,
But my love is still here,
It will never fold.
It will warm up the cold nights,
And set fire to the rest,
Surround us in its beauty,
Put the heavens to test.
If you ever get sad,
In these cold days,
I'll heat up the sky,
And sparkle my rays.
I'll open my arms,
And hold you dear,
I'll sing a lullaby,
For you to hear.
So my sweet little child,
Don't be sad,
Remember my smiles,
And the laughs we had.
Wrapped in my embrace,
There's nothing to fear,
Trust me my love,
I'll always be here.
So sorry to go,
The words left unspoken,
The things you'll never know.
But I'll always be beside you,
Guiding you with my love,
I'll wrap you in my arms,
And soar you way above.
Don't ever feel lonely,
'Cause I'm just a breath away,
I'll stand there and protect you,
From your fears,
Night and day.
Wherever you are,
My light will shine down,
To guide you through darkness,
Whenever you may frown.
'Cause though I'm not with you,
My body may be gone,
But my presence is still here,
My love will carry on.
I'll fight your demons,
The cause of your woe,
And follow you through life,
Wherever you may go.
At the moment you're lonely,
Hurt and cold,
But my love is still here,
It will never fold.
It will warm up the cold nights,
And set fire to the rest,
Surround us in its beauty,
Put the heavens to test.
If you ever get sad,
In these cold days,
I'll heat up the sky,
And sparkle my rays.
I'll open my arms,
And hold you dear,
I'll sing a lullaby,
For you to hear.
So my sweet little child,
Don't be sad,
Remember my smiles,
And the laughs we had.
Wrapped in my embrace,
There's nothing to fear,
Trust me my love,
I'll always be here.
Literature
A Crona Poem
I am a hollow of a human
I am nothing
A speck of dirt is more than I
I live alone
In my mind there is only lonliness
And hell
I feel nothing
There is no escape for me
Who can love a burden like I?
I don't deserve to be in the mere thoughts of others
My being is broken
My soul is dry
On this empty beach with no water
Only the lifeless sunlight shines upon me
The pitch blackness is my only home
I cannot destroy
I am unsure how to interact with my prey
I live in fear
Everything scares me
So I must grow stronger
But yet my goals are too far away
I don't know how to interact
No one has interacted to me
Where do I go?
Whe
Literature
Crona's Poem
How do I learn to deal
With things I've never experienced?
What if they're scary?
Can I curl up in my corner?
Can I block out these strange sensations?
But...
What if these new things are fun?
No. They won't be.
They never are.
Am I happy now, with things the way they are?
I don't know.
Am I sad at all?
I don't know.
How about angry?
I don't know.
Am I anything at all?
Yes.
Scared. Nervous.
There's nothing here to help me
The line that let me hide away is gone
What do I do?
If I curl up in my corner, could I...
...disappear?
Hide away from the world
And everything that makes me uneasy?
Will I be forced to handle somet
Literature
Crona's Poem
Death is imminent in all situations.
No matter the case, it'll come
Thus, why live on this planet
of pollution and horror?
A new terror to haunt our minds
appearing everyday.
Living insecure and lonely lives.
Corners being our only form of refuge.
Our rushing blood our only true friend.
Blood is the equivalent of death.
Death is the equivalent of blood.
Therefore, life is death.
Yet the horrors continue to grow.
New ones continue to come.
How are we to deal with this?
The right choice is impossible to make,
and inevitably, every choice is death.
Why not pass instead?
Pass everything.
Pass life!
Yes, that is the choic
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I agree, and I'd say very well written too. When I first started reading it really felt like it was written to me. I actually stopped reading just to double check who wrote it.