Running out of days
My breath is becoming short
The whispering wind begs me to stay
Hoping for a twist in this plot
Please don't take my soul
Not now, not just yet
But it's beyond my control
Must cherish this journey of no regrets
Let's build our own little fort
Where no one gets hurt and no one dies
Hopes and prayers are my last resort
As we bid melancholy goodbyes
Oh darling, take my hand
My grip is getting weaker
Prepare yourself to let go, unplanned
Since my skin has turned paler
Soon my sleep will become deeper
Craving for a final moment with you
Before falling into this eternal slumber
Before my time due
Oh darling, wipe your tears
Those drops are precious
Go to our little fort, take shelter
And reminisce how our memories were tenacious
Raising a white flag
One more moment, please
I solemnly begged
Alas, closing my eyes at ease
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Running out of days
My breath is becoming short
The whispering wind begs me to stay
Hoping for a twist in this plot
Please don't take my soul
Not now, not just yet
But it's beyond my control
Must cherish this journey of no regrets
Let's build our own little fort
Where no one gets hurt and no one dies
Hopes and prayers are my last resort
As we bid melancholy goodbyes
Oh darling, take my hand
My grip is getting weaker
Prepare yourself to let go, unplanned
Since my skin has turned paler
Soon my sleep will become deeper
Craving for a final moment with you
Before falling into this eternal slumber
Before my time due
Oh darling, wipe your tears
Those drops are precious
Go to our little fort, take shelter
And reminisce how our memories were tenacious
Raising a white flag
One more moment, please
I solemnly begged
Alas, closing my eyes at ease
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