Dead

I see the light,

when i'm walking down the street

Don't worry baby,

You're next to me. When i see you sitting there.

Holding on to every last word, you say.

But baby can't you see the light that i see?

It's at the end. I'm almost there.

I'm gonna die, without you.

Goodbye.

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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