Corpses cannot feel, for they are nothing but a husk,
a pale imitation of a former self,
what gets left behind.

Perhaps I am a walking corpse,
animated, maybe,
but not alive.

I will lose myself
if it means you can have it all.

I will give everything
if it means you will smile again.

I will, I will, I will.

All the things we never said,
go round and round inside my head.

There are many words I wish I’d said,
while I still had the chance,
so many things we said we would do,
but we ended with only a glance.

I love you,
but I can’t say it.
You will never know,
even if I desperately want you to.

Sweet little baby,
where did you go?
You were just here
a moment ago.

Sweet little angel,
happy and free.
Why have you gone?
It's much to early.

Sweet little darling,
your time is done.
Even if it had only
just begun.