As you look down on me one last time. You see my eyes fade. My heart stops, and life leaves my corpse. What is it that has kept you here? To see my final moments. Was it hope? Love? The chance to hear my last words? Or to take my last breath? Perhaps by kiss, or by the blade that once struck my heart before? Even though both could be true, I will regret nothing. I will wait. In hopes of being us again. For the knife is rusted and my dreams crushed. But one can only hope in life, and death. Still yours in eternity. I will wait. Its hard to say bye when you know its over, but this is fair well my friend.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 01:08:35 +0000
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