When my last breath leaves my body,
Steal it
When one lone tear rolls down my face,
Capture it in a kiss
When my hand become cold,
Don't let it go just yet
When my head is about to hit the ground,
Place it down gently
When my eyes lose sight and become glassy and unfocused,
Close them
And when I'm heaving through the blood blocking my throat,
Push the knife just a little deeper
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serendipity
Поэзияserendipity; ser·en·dip·i·ty (n.) : finding something good without looking for it. A collection of poems and short stories.