Blood lost

The blood in me almost drained out entiraly,
but there was just enough in my heart to start me up again. And I wasn't the one who restarted my heart. I was slowly fading, fading into the hands of death, when she called my heart. i answered, and she said "hey baby, are you ok? I heard about your cut on your arm and I wanted to know if you are ok." She started up my heart again, every word flowing new life into me. Her soft words sinking into my thoughts about her. I was close to dieing when she called. I said "Hey baby, I will be fine. I know you are worried, but I am tough. I will tough it out. I love you" And I look at my bed where all that blood had stained my sheets, and think to myself, "If she haven't of started me over, I would be six-foot under.

*I wrote this because I want to say something. Cheyenne, I will always be there. I will not die without you next to me, telling me I will be fine. I want you to be there beside me when I die, so my last words can be
" I love you Cheyenne. I was there when you needed me, but now my time has come. I will always be watching you, in love." Baby, I am not leaving any time soon, if thats what your thinking. I am here foor about 100 more years. I love you to death it's self.