Category : Poems

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Not even death can scare me harder,

 Than the thought of not being able

 To see you again one day-  tomorrow.
I would ask heaven to let me pretend in a drop,

And sit on your shoulder and caress your skin for the last time - without seeing me there.
I would ask the sun's rays

 To leave my kiss on your cheeks.

To make your cheeks red, 

Giving you my warmth and strength.
  Now I have no power to do anything, 

I am just a pen that writes

 What my heart dictates.
Not even death can scare me harder,

 Than the thought of not being able

 To see again your smiling.