If I were taken out of my bed,
and told if I talked I'd be dead.
I would ask to call only you,
i would tell you i loved you,
and who were my poems were about.
I wouldn't care,
If i died that night,
as long as you know,
I loved you with all my might.
Read all my poems,
and spread them around,
I don't want my poems,
to never make a sound.
Let them touch somebody elses
heart,
cause they didn't touch yours,
now we're apart.
You must make that one promise,
cause i know deep inside we were meant to be.
Cause everyday I'd wish upon a star,
For you to love people, for who they are.
I wish could be that special someone,
but until i am i can love no one.
Make me my two last promises,
read my poems, and listen to what they're saying.
So good-bye for now,
I will see you soon,
cause when we're in heaven you'll
be my groom.
