I think it's the end
Perhaps
My time has come
To live is a blessing
To die has none
Life: A pointless war
Who knows how it begun
I've reached adulthood the true beginning of my youth
But I feel my time has come
The harbinger of death whispers my name
Follows me around
It makes me insane
Oh, my romance with death
A sweet, sweet affair
I've done everything I can to meet him
I think of him every day
I've held his hand so many times yet he won't take me away
Oh but my lover, death
Confesses how it's not my time
"we need to stop meeting this way, unfortunately we must part ways again,"
His dear friend, life
Has other plans for me
He'll wait for me till my to time comes
Oh it's a shame
Because he whispers my name
And I can't wait to take his hand but I must wait
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
