Die I may in your arms,
with your taste on my lips,
Cry and fall apart,
with hands held in a tight grip,
our hearts in sync,
making promises we can't keep,
though my lungs will give out,
my heart will slow down,
and my bones will break and weep
our love is too strong,
for death to conquer.
So you will promise,
to not drown in a bottle of liquor,
trying to drink the pain away,
to not let me be your fire,
burning your dreams away.
in the name of our love,
live fiercely,
break your walls,
in the name our love,
let me go 'gentle in to that goodnight'
For I may join the stars,
shining for you everynight
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YOU ARE READING
Raconteur
شِعرThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
