Lay me down
To rest.
Vow for
Tomorrow’s best.
Roll your fingers
Down my hair.
Caress my dreams
With tender care.
Tuck me in
Ever so tight.
Shower me with kisses,
Infused with might.
Pray beside my bed
For my soul to last.
I’m moving slow;
The sickness is moving fast.
Stare into me
And into my wide-open eyes.
Avoid sadness,
Fill my head with blissful lies.
When you go,
Don’t close the door.
What if tonight’s our last…
What if? Or?
Worry not about the light.
I’ll turn it down low.
It’s a reminder.
Soon, I’ll have to go.
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