Its fading.
Like the words on the
love letters
that you wrote to me.
It's fading.
Like the end of
our song
which we would leave on repeat.
It's fading.
Like the color of
our hair
as we've grown old together.
It's fading.
The powerful, passionate beats of
your heart
as you cling to life.
It's fading.
The reason for my life
and I just don't know
if I can do it without you.
It's fading.
My hope that you'll
pull through
and that I will be able to carry on.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Its fading.
Like the words on the
love letters
that you wrote to me.
It's fading.
Like the end of
our song
which we would leave on repeat.
It's fading.
Like the color of
our hair
as we've grown old together.
It's fading.
The powerful, passionate beats of
your heart
as you cling to life.
It's fading.
The reason for my life
and I just don't know
if I can do it without you.
It's fading.
My hope that you'll
pull through
and that I will be able to carry on.
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