I’m dying.
It’s like flying
Like being born backwards
It just takes so much energy
I’m dying
And I’ve been lying
I never said how much I care
How much you made my spirit soar
You made me sing
You made me swoon
Like jumping o’er the nearest moon
I’m dying
So stop crying
And listen to me for once
Maybe this time I’ll know what to say
I’m dying
But I’m trying
To tell you that I care about you
That I’ve prayed each day that something made you smile
You were the song
I could not sing
I tried to fly, but had no wings
I’m dying
I stopped denying
I left you something in my will
So, as a favor to me, please carry it with you always
A piece of me
Once I depart
My little, hand-made, wooden heart
Author notes
Option 1. A truly inspiring prompt. Thank you.
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That's awesome, it really is. That is love at it's finest. The simplest gifts make all the difference in what is great and what is worthless. What makes it better is that it is hand crafted, making it even more special than it already is. That's something I would want to do for someone. Incredible work, truly.
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Wow, i really do like this alot, this was exactly the sort of thing i was looking for!!
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