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by Michael Hagemann Jul 24, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
What could I have done to save you? I ran as fast as I could to find help I calmed you as the blood ran down your shoulder I got you help from a doctor, who said he could heal But now I know all he could do was lie... What did you do to deserve this? You ran to me every day, to greet me with kisses You slept by my side, as I wept You protected me from all the dangers of the world You were the one that gave me that new lease on Life... What am I going to do? Shall I blot out the stars to let you sleep in peace? Should I find that magical cure? Should I cry to the Heavens to stop this pain? Or maybe, maybe I should just lay here and cry... You're slipping away from me, one hour at a time You're calling my name through your eyes You're asking me, "What happened to me?" And I answer, "Poison in your arms, spreads quickly To the heart..."You're dying, my dear...AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, original work. Posted on many places.Please comment.