My precious Brinnie is dead Seems all I do is cry I had so many dreams for Brinnie Why did she have to die Brinnie's room stands empty now Done in white and blue Won't someone wake me from this dream God, tell me it isn't true I feel an aching deep inside It penetrates the marrow As if someone has pierced my heart And now they twist the arrow They tell me with passing time This pain inside will heal I know they only want to help But they know not how I feel With hair as soft as a cloud She loved the sun so dear Now all is taken in a snap No song for me to hear She was my soul and all my life Her beauty as a dove With her died all my cares My hopes, my dreams, my love My Brinnie was such a part of me I'd rather be the one To leave this earth and those I love Than it to have been MY sun My only consolation is Brinnie gets the best of care And plays with all the angels now Who love her so up there
Reason for writing:
memories
Birth sign: Taurus
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