I hope you never want to see me again so I can switch to a knife from my pen.
I hope you never want to taste my kiss, cause ignorance is mild bliss.
I hope you never want to feel my touch, but for you I would do much.
I hope you never want to read this poem, but in your arms I feel at home.
I hope you never want to hear my voice, so I can die like it's a choice.
But if I'm wrong in all this hope, then I will die and I pray you cope.
