Sleeping with the Angels
by thursdays and rain
091709

..In the end, there is no use in holding on to something that will eventually fade away..

When your heart stopped beating,
There was this sense of finality
That destroyed everything else that I believed in.

I guess we reach a point in our lives
That makes us realize that
We can never go back
And change things.

But there is beauty in death –
Like the leaves that slowly fall to the ground,
Remnants of emotions
Stolen by time.

"Duerme con los angeles, Rosita..."

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a/n: For my grandmother.. She passed away last Monday (September 14, 2009)..