I know his body is tired  and his hair is grey with the weight of time and knowledge
but I want to ask him to stay
I want to run my hands through his hair a little longer
because he looks as innocent as his name

I want to ask him not to leave me yet
But I know he's not mine, I knew from the moment I met him that he's only here for a certain amount of time

I want to hold back the tears as I look at him in the eyes
He's too good, too kind and I know it's almost time for him to go

I hope he knows that I loved him until the very last second
until his eyes couldn't focus on a thing anymore
until the moment where his heart gave up on him
until the last beep of that **** machine

I hope he's some kind of proud
I hope he once loved me too