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by QuietDreamer May 18, 2011 category : Love, romance / desired love
My parents squeeze my hands In the small, sterile room As we wait for the doctor to return with dismal news. He says my heart is failing he says there is no cure no explanation was given, Instead, an expiration date They can't begin to fathom why But you and i both know, my heart cannot survive on unrequited love. Without your love I cannot function This hole in my heart grows, with every second we don't speak, Until my heart can love no more After I am gone One day I hope you'll visit, return my love, dry your eyes, and blow a kiss up to the sky.