When the angel of death,
Will take away my breath,
All that I meant but never said,
Will you hear it in your head?
As if you had already known,
In my tears and moans,
The anguish I so dearly kept.
When I no longer will be there,
To sing for you lovely songs,
Will you love me for my rights?
Hate me for the wrongs?
Maybe it will be my photographs,
That you will keep or perhaps,
The unsent messages in your draft.
Your mourning, I do not need,
Just want you to proceed,
Remember the echo of my voice,
Remember my imperfect face,
Darling just rejoice,
Forget that unsaid sorry,
Just keep me in your memory.
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People usually ask me, why do I have only few friends and I always say that it's hard to find loyal ones and those I have are very rare :) ❤
Dedicated to my friends, family and all those who care about me. ♡♡
Goodbye.
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