Again I saw her sitting there
Alone she stood, with silver tears
Bleeding down her soft pale cheeks
Making friends with Kleenex tissues
Black and blue lines of pain drip fast
She tries to speak, no sound is heard
Time is ticking fast, robbing
her life away, she tries to hide
from impatient death just a little
longer, an awkward silence and
beating hearts begin to tick with
time, I hate that everyday I
now watch you die a little more
Very touching.
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