
The wish still lingers
behind my eyes
but its hard to say.
words of comfort, skilfully administered
what else have i to do,
my pulses have fallen weak since i saw those tears
i tried hard to be bad
i tried leaving
...going away....
but your goodness held me back.
this death is worst than death itself..
"Oh death, tread softly.."
but it has to die...
there's no story ahead.
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just beautiful..
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