If I knew that would have been our last embrace.
If I knew that she would let herself in.
If I knew that she would grab your hand.
And that you would follow her steps so willingly.
If I didn't stop myself from slipping away.
Would it be me that you held in your arms before the end of the day?
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PoetryPoetry, obviously. Requests are open. Themes are enlightenment, truth, views on society, etc. May the real world be seen through our words.