The story of this life is death,
Of that one final forced breath,
Parting from you was such sweet sorrow,
I wish we had kissed like there was no tomorrow...
You are that one blinding light,
That shines through the blackness of the night,
But now that you have left this life,
That light has been replaced by darkness and strife...
It is hard to continue living,
When you are no longer breathing,
Life itself no longer has meaning,
Not seeing your face is believing...
It is horrible feeling like this,
Why didn't we share one last kiss,
I am hollow and dead inside,
Our lives were meant to peacefully coincide...
Not to split apart and divide...
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