Remember me

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Remember me:
When you walk away…leaving me behind
Remember me, our fingers, how they were always intertwined.
When the wind whispers and the grass sways
Remember me, and my final days.
When the day grew dark and you held me tight
As the world disappeared and started to fade to white
Remember the way the words I love you remained unspoken on my lips
As my firm grasp on your hand slowly began to slip
Remember the way I waited for you, silently letting the tears go
Watching them create crystal clear pools on the floor below
Remember me but do not grieve me, for it was your choice to leave me.
Remember how you came too late…
For the night had swallowed me and my heartbreak.

Comments

  1. Madi L.January 8, 2012 at 2:00 PM

    Ashley I haven't read your blog since November and just caught up so I just want to say one thing that Ive said in all my other comments... Keep writing! you are so good and talented and I am so impressed but it probably sounds like I'm trying to be your mom or something so I'm just saying your great! Keep it up no joke!

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  2. With love, ShaelyJanuary 8, 2012 at 2:05 PM

    Madi you are so sweet and your comments mean so much to me! I love writing...Its the only thing that can make sense of things for me. Thank you so much for believing in me

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  3. Mackenzie LaurenceJanuary 18, 2012 at 2:45 PM

    ashley i love you so much. We need to have another renaissance get together i miss you so much.

    love you and miss you

    mackenzie

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    1. With love, ShaelyJanuary 18, 2012 at 7:31 PM

      Thanks Mackenzie! I would love to see you guys soon!!! :) lets go to a movie or something.

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