As I lay dying, I say
my last wish.
To see you.
I don't want to leave you.
I want to breathe you and
kiss you.
I want to become one with you
before I am forced upon this
bright, white light.
I was wrong to ever have
second thoughts about you being
my soul mate.
Promise me you won't ever
forget me, my love.
My dear, sweet love.
Promise?
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Dangerous Thoughts During Junior Year.
PoetryThese are just some poems or thoughts that I had during my junior year. Maybe some of you can relate. If not I hope you think my style is good.