If i was to die in my sleep,
I would make sure it was one that i'd weep,
Or i'd make sure that blood would seep,
All over my bedclothes.
I'm feeling bad because i cant be with you,
I want to hold you,
In my arms holding you to my chest,
In my arms breast to breast.
Yoo're always in my heart and my mind,
It is enough,
But sometimes i find,
It really tough,
Not to be with you.
I'm not feeling like commiting suicide,
I don't wanna take cyanide,
And i don't wanna die,
This poem may make you think otherwise,
But i just want you here,
I want to feel you,
To hold you,
To hear you sing.
I love you |
