A Little Bit of Hope
Your fingers run through my hair,
I look back,
But you're not there.
Your name echos in my head,
Ringing, ringing, Loud, yet quiet.
I hear you breath,
But you're so far away. Longing to hear you say those words
That i love to hear you say.
I feel your fingers run through my hair,
I look at you
And close my eyes,
Never going to say goodbye.
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