Who's going to be with me,
At the end of time?
Who's going to hold my hand,
And tell me it's alright,
Even if nothing's ever right,
Looking at the burned land?
Who's going to reassure me,
Telling me sweet words?
Who's going to look with me at the birds,
Watching them disappear in the light blue sea?
Who's going to compliment me,
And I'll compliment them back,
While laughing at each other,
Making jokes about the loud thunder?
Who's going to be there,
If you already left,
And I already felt,
That ''amazing'' pain of watching someone leave..
So, tell me,
Who's going to be with me,
At the end of time?
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I'm okay! | A Poetry Book
PoetryWords I can't say out loud, so I'll just bleed on paper. These poems are therapy for my heart. Everything I'd like to say to that person's face, but I can't.
