upon the stiffness of your unconscious body, will I lay my head as I hold your ice cold hands. With tears of sorrow running down my face with only the memories of what we could of shared, if only we had officially met while life flowed through your veins. How happy we would of been without regrets and window pain. So upon your stiff unconscious body I will lay my head with all family and friends surrounding the bed me being sad because you and I have never officially met and time has taken the course to keep us out off each other's hearts.
©bratha
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