Goodbye

Now it is time
To take out that black dress
Don't mourn anymore
It's time I confess

My time living was nice
My time dying was not
But I think you should know
Just how hard that I fought

All this time I was scared 
Of how you would react
Knowing how much it hurt
Not a lie, just a fact

I want you to know 
Just what I heard
And what I would tell you:
Love is just a four letter word
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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