Talk to me baby,
So I know I’m alive.
Tell me something
To make this pain sing.
This blood, it’s running baby,
In circles around
My still beating heart.
I’m waiting for my death to start.
Give me something to hold onto baby,
‘Cause I fear I’m slipping away.
Hold me still so I might find
A stray piece of sanity in my grieving mind.
It’s time to grasp baby,
Those little joys in life.
Our love that’ll never last
Will be left in our past.
So don’t be sorry baby,
You know I have to go
But please tell me you love me
‘Cause baby, you’re the last thing I’ll ever see.
Author notes
Don't ask me where this one came from.. But with special thanks to Sliding_ for helping...
Please tell me what you think
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Hey. Is this who I think it's about? Because back when you wrote this, it was a very Fairyland time. I think. I love the ending though. Don't be sorry but in a way you're begging for them to feel for you. I love that. And I feel like that a lot.
I still love you hun.
♥Bandaid
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Umm. who is this about bubs.. and yeah, it was a really big fairyland time.
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I asked you who's it about
Dork 
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I dont know who its about.. i just wrote it.. like gf/bf but like... but i wasnt me, i was someone else.. if that makes sense?and dont call me a dork you spork!
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oh hunni ...
love you this was a really good poem -
damn I reallie like this...reminded me of some gothic repentance poem..lol.
I enjoyed this write and I See you havent lost your touch.
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touching
this is such a good poem, having to say goodbye to your love like that is the most compassionate thing ever!
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