The Last Chance

by alex   May 29, 2007


He tired all he could,
Till he last breathe came out.
It came in a gasp of air,
He looked at her like never before.
They say you dont know how much something means,
Untill it is gone....
But he knew long before that,
She was the world to him.
As she lie there breathless and cold,
He trys to find some way.
He wants to sell his soul away to hear...
To hear her soft voice again.
He whispers in her lifeless ear,
"I will always love you".
Before he had time to take his head away,
She grabs his head..pulls him close,
And with a soft voices whispers,
"I will be waiting for you when you come."

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