I would like the many all to know that I am all ready to go no I do not mean to my death I do not want to take my final breath
I am ready to fall to my slumber I wonder when it'll be my number before my rest I'd like to say that I am not upset I have done all I can do, I call it my best
I will see where my tidings have gone all I can say is that we did have a great bond maybe you have seen, so I will give you time perhaps you have not thought it threw; you are mine
I care oh so much, but I accept my world it may not be clear, it truly is all swirled the truth will always find me soon and to be honest I know it will bring my doom
I would like the many all to know that if I had to, I can let her go No I do not mean from my love I will take that final breath after one last shove
If you read this poem and the four or three before this I made all of them in one day. See the flux of my emotions I think they are pretty wide. I've come to many conclusions today.