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You wrap my hair around your index finger, And tell me that you love me. No less, no more, than you ever have before. You kiss my forehead and hold my hand, And whisper that you'll never leave me. As long as I am forever breathing. You hugged me goodbye before I went to work, When I came home you were so badly hurt, Blood pouring from ever eligible place, I'd never seen such terror on somebody's face. You died that day, in an awful way, And now I miss you every single day. Suicide is not alright, people shouldn't have to fight. I've never experienced such pain in my chest, As when the doctors told me you were out of breath. I'm forever in debt to you, for the happiness that you gave me, Was evidently more than I ever gave to you.
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
The day that my heart died
You wrap my hair around your index finger, And tell me that you love me. No less, no more, than you ever have before. You kiss my forehead and hold my hand, And whisper that you'll never leave me. As long as I am forever breathing. You hugged me goodbye before I went to work, When I came home you were so badly hurt, Blood pouring from ever eligible place, I'd never seen such terror on somebody's face. You died that day, in an awful way, And now I miss you every single day. Suicide is not alright, people shouldn't have to fight. I've never experienced such pain in my chest, As when the doctors told me you were out of breath. I'm forever in debt to you, for the happiness that you gave me, Was evidently more than I ever gave to you.
This is a very personal and true poem, about somebody who was in my life, and no longer is.
Eloi1997
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
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