To watch you hold your breathe,
Until your final breath is through.
My very last ounce of hope,
it seems to be in use.
I'm not sure when or where or why
I feel as that time to say goodbye
May be closer than I thought
Could closer be what I have sought.
I struggle just to see the day
I struggle more to do and say
I feel as though my time may be cut shore
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
To watch you hold your breathe,
Until your final breath is through.
My very last ounce of hope,
it seems to be in use.
I'm not sure when or where or why
I feel as that time to say goodbye
May be closer than I thought
Could closer be what I have sought.
I struggle just to see the day
I struggle more to do and say
I feel as though my time may be cut shore
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