My Last Goodbye
Hold my hand
Hold my gaze
Hold me close
For better days.
Make a wish
Make me yours
Make your way
Into my soul.
Burn like fire
Burn my fear
Burn all that
I hold so dear.
Hush, don’t speak,
Don’t breathe, don’t waste
Another kiss
On my lips’ bitter taste.
I yield, I break,
I curse, I cry.
I bid to you
My last goodbye.
Copyright © Diana Dinca | Year Posted 2017
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