"And don't tell me if I'm dying |
For months and months I've tried to rhyme,
As I sit here and wonder if it's even worth my...
I look in the mirror and I see me....
But not me, you...
The hands that hold me are brand new
The soft touch that I've grown close to...
I want to feel you near me
I want to hold your hand...
Letting go is hard
But I see the end...
Nothing lasts forever |
" Optimism is overrated. It's better to face reality head-on". |