Even if it will kill me everyday,
I guess a few years with him
Is better than a lifetime without him.
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But then again, losing him
Would feel like half my lifespan
Went down the drain.
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These are just some of the fears
That visit my ever so pessimistic mind
When i'm alone and I ponder the odds.
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And so I pray, but what to pray?
To be with him forever and grow old together?
But everything depends on God and life itself.
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If possible I'd rather it be we die together
Lest I live alone and die everyday
Knowing he'll never come back.
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It's impossible in this life
To get everything I want and need
But I guess despite my pessimism I have hope.
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May 22 2014
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PuisiI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
