you place your hand upon my chest and i say i can feel it beating
with the other to my mouth, soft and slow but you are breathing
i reel my head backwards to where my pillow rests
a thoughtful desire of when it will become less
for when my heart will no longer latch on to the fuel of my exsitance
and my shallow breathing will become less more resistant
i can see what they call an emotion start to gather from your eyes
while i have nothing but an epression from my stomach of butterflies
you kneel beside me, to let me no you are not at all ready
this is shown clearly by how your hands are no longer steady
you have come to a conclusion of what i had many years ago
from when i was told the news that someday soon id be let go
to fall into the hands of what lays after life
maybe as they presume fairytales, but i dont think its right
i believe i will end up in a place where no one will no my name
and in their dictonary a word is erased, that word being pain
my eyes are getting heavy, i want to fall to sleep
so before i do so, i say to my child, there is no need to weep
i am going to a better place but will always be here with you
now stop the tears, and go and live your life through....
3 years ago i was sat in an office, the news of what they brought
is what had given me and my child to be distraught
as i was told i had an illness, and it was to late
so when you see the numbers, 25/1/2011... you will no thats my date!
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