As the blood slows in her veins while her heart beats at snail paced speeds
She no longer feels pain but feels she’s done a good deed
My hand touched her hair
In her eyes I saw a glare
In that glare I saw a memory of the past and wanted to go there
I saw a dream I once had
A place where it’s unheard of to be mad
A place where it’s impossible to be sad
There were lions and birds
They understood my words
I’m sure of it because they said words back
As I come back to reality I sit there in tears
Because losing you was always one of my number one fears


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