The last day

thrillerchild

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On the last day of your stay,
the o2 was busy, there were tears & memories,
now you soul is being taken from the o2,
but we still see your heart in the stars so far away,
They packed up your gloves,
they packed up your dancing shoes,
we think of you each and every day,
dancing, singing, showerng us with your soul,
the o2 would be your home if we could choose,
The last light of the exhibition illuminates,
it shines upon your famous glove,
but now with no physical connection left,
we feel a whole new pain,
but you are still looking over us from above.

:angel: :cry:

Sorry if that's not quite good but my mind's not with it today :(
 
That was beautiful :heart: :cry: He´s smiling down at all of us .. :hug:
Thank you for sharing :flowers:
 
Very true indeed Stephen, and a lovely verse from your heart.:)

They might have taken away MJ's belongings, but they can never take away from us his love. :no::wub:
 
Stephen.......... very sweet! :hug:
nothing that is said from the heart can be calculated in good or bad
anything said from the heart is immeasurable because its said in love.
love knows no bound, love is immeasurable, love is never ceasing.
:flowers: :hug:
 
On the last day of your stay,
the o2 was busy, there were tears & memories,
now you soul is being taken from the o2,
but we still see your heart in the stars so far away,
They packed up your gloves,
they packed up your dancing shoes,
we think of you each and every day,
dancing, singing, showerng us with your soul,
the o2 would be your home if we could choose,
The last light of the exhibition illuminates,
it shines upon your famous glove,
but now with no physical connection left,
we feel a whole new pain,
but you are still looking over us from above.

:angel: :cry:

Sorry if that's not quite good but my mind's not with it today :(

nice poam
 
On the last day of your stay,
the o2 was busy, there were tears & memories,
now you soul is being taken from the o2,
but we still see your heart in the stars so far away,
They packed up your gloves,
they packed up your dancing shoes,
we think of you each and every day,
dancing, singing, showerng us with your soul,
the o2 would be your home if we could choose,
The last light of the exhibition illuminates,
it shines upon your famous glove,
but now with no physical connection left,
we feel a whole new pain,
but you are still looking over us from above.

:angel: :cry:

Sorry if that's not quite good but my mind's not with it today :(

Thanks so much for sharing your feelings with us. Sometimes it's hard to explain in words how much pain we're suffering in our hearts, but I think you express it beautifuly in your poem. I understand and feel your pain. :cry:
 
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