The End

by Bianca   Jan 24, 2008


This bed feels damp; its soaking wet!
From constant tears? Or dripping sweat?
Don't let the sun shine through the blinds...
Just keep this room as dark as night.

Oh, how I wish you won't pretend!
Accept the fact; this is The End.
Don't look at me, just look away;
Its not one of my better days.

Will you bury me in my finest colour?
I want black; just that, no other.
And please don't cry upon my grave;
It's okay. I will be saved.

This time I'm not coming home.
In a few months I'll be unknown.
Don't tell me not to think that way;
I cannot see beyond today.

Wipe the tear drops from my eyes;
They'll be the last I'll ever cry.
The pain is easing just enough
To let me feel your aching love.

I'm sorry; I can't kiss you.
It hurts because i'll miss you.
Just let me be. Or just be me.
Just try to see as I can see.

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