I would of never thought
that every audible cry
was just a whisper for
everything you tried to hide
If you rest,lay your weary head
in my hands
make not a sound,for if it be your death
than I choose the next
for every heartbeat in your chest
I gave you one rose
you gave me a hole
in my brains
yet the obvious stray's away in purpose
till determined,the end
the final receipt,the final and last goodbye
I'll wait for your wishes..
yet faithfully I will wait for your
©munch77
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