when my time comes
I won't cry or scream
I won't fall to my knees
not in prayer and not in submission
I will not beg
But when you look at me like you do
when your lips form my name like a question, like a gift
and when that little half-smile plays on your face
I fall and I fall
and I swear I won't but I do
I look again and realize
that there is one thing I would beg for
and it is you you you.
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the poetry garden《a poetry collection》
Poesie"The flowers are dead But still, they remember The girl who bled Words, not red As she lay down to die Right on the flowers bed." An ever-growing collection of heartfelt poems.
