I used to think I would meet you again Somewhere below the ever-rising stars Clothed in your embrace, what I call a win The moment my father takes out my scars
All that I long for is one last goodbye So that Intsead I could beg you "please stay" I thought you would hold me, say It's alright And I wait every moment for that day
Oh, please come again; I know that you will That's what I said when I thought of your death Just the mere thought of you sends me to chills I'll slowly await the feel of your breath
Yet now that I've grown, I know it's a lie All you are is gone, why'd you have to die?
Wrote this a while ago for my English class - a Shakespearean Sonnet