There are so many reasons,
Why I dream of dying,
But I'm alive,
Because I'm afraid,
Of what tomorrow holds,
I would miss,
The sun behind me,
And the shadows,
In the sky,
I would miss the summer blues,
And winter greys,
The rain and the stars,
I stayed because you asked me to,
I'm afraid to close my eyes
©Nicola-Isobel H. 16.05.2011