Death

When death takes my hand, I will not lean in for an embrace

The hardest thing about this is breaking away from you

I love you until the end, my ethereal being and representation of my life 

You will forget how I breathe, for it will lose itself in whatever breeze you discover

I was destined to die young and pretty, since the beginning of time 

I was here to serve a purpose, not a name

10th gradedeathdesirelongingfree verse

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Beata Agustin

June 16, 2026 at 8:31 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.