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I remember God on the family tree.
I know that you are lonely and I think we need to walk.
I keep wasting words about the weather and other small talk.
You gotta promise to keep pulsing just like the April rain.
Your lips are just flesh but they sure cover all the pain.

I walk beside you because you are my best friend.
We can walk through the park, hand in hand.
I'll keep you safe no matter where, until we reach our end.
I promise to love you past the trees,
but there's one thing I don't understand.

I can't see the harm in loving,
despite all that comes.
There were those that left before me,
but I'm not that one.

Your leaving is death,
but I still keep you alive.  
I wait for you, Kori,
and that's how I survive.

They say you never get over it, you just learn to tolerate.
I let cups of coffee stain my lips to remove your taste.  
I don't wanna think less of you; you can't be someone I hate.
I don't want you to disappear or for my love to go to waste.

I could die from anticipation just to **** the wait.
Until I see you again, my dreams will create
a way to visit you in my own personal paradise.
What it would be to hold you again as you shiver from the ice.

I'm not sure if anyone could love you more than I.
But I welcome them to do, or at least to try.
I want you to be loved. I want you to be happy.
I want you to be loved with or without me.

I want you to be loved.
I want you to be loved.
I want you to be loved
with or without me.
I don’t know why
but I get a feeling
in my chest
that it's coming
that something bad
is coming
and
I feel it
caving in on me
invisible
and the air is heavy
and I can not breath
but it’s coming
and
I can’t see the pain
that is coming
but I feel it
all the hurt
it's coming
I don’t know
why
or who
or when
or what
or what on earth
will happen
if
I wait
for this thing
to come
and take
my final breath
and
take me to my death
and
take me far away
this thing
I know
it’s coming
but
I don’t know
how to stop
and
breathe
breathe
breathe
its coming
its coming
its coming
it's here
it's here
it's here
the air
is gone
I
cannot
breath
it's here
the thing
is
here
and
I
do
not
I
cannot
move
or
breathe
it
has
me
it
has
me
*it has me
when I remember
what you did to me

I think of poems
there’ll never be

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