Come.
Closer.
Hug me.
Tight, please?
Comfort me.
Heal me.
Don't let me go.
I wanna come with you
and I will,
wholeheartedly.
Take me.
'Cause I know with you,
everything's serene.
I feel better with you.
And if I come with you,
everyone will be happy.
So take me.
Thank you, Death.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
