Tuesday, November 19, 2013

My Last Sight

Kiss me when i am dead,
And don't let anybody take my body away,
I promise i will respond,
And will whisper in your ears and say,
I thee love...

We are attached by the soul,
And this is what they say,
Call for them whom your love embrace,
And i will come back in your arm's space.

Heavens don't lure me,
God i am sorry to have that 'say'.
I want to be buried under your body,
And not earth as it will take me away.

Listen to me and hold me tight,
I see fairies calling my name coming from
bright white light,
Please be in front of my eyes as i die,
And for ever i will take you as my last sight.

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