If I died today,
Would you wish you had've told me?
Would you regret what you didn't say?
Or would you even think of me?
Would you wish you had've been nicer?
Would regret playing your games?
Would you wish you'd have listened?
Or would you really remember my name?
If I were to die tomorrow,
What would you say to me today?
Would you confess to me you love me?
Or would you still just say hey?
Would you hug me a little tighter?
Would you love me a little deeper?
Would you smile a little brighter?
Would you speak a little sweeter?
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Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (: