Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

November 5, 2011

4Him


Is it better this way?
When I'm dying every day.
Loneliness likes to stay
Do you want me to walk away?

Don't leave me hanging
In this world that's ever changing
Can't you see I'm fading?
Please take care of my heart that's been bleeding.

Will I have no more tears to cry??
Will I never hear you say "goodbye"?
Or will we never have another try?

Will you ever turn and walk away?
Will you not rescue me today?
All I want for you is to stay,
Until the end of the day.

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