Was I selfish when I begged you to stay?
Maybe you were preparing me for this day?
A day where there will no longer be a you,
A day when the sun refuses to shine and life won't bloom.
O dear soul you may have been smart,
But are you aware of my falling apart?
Days have turned into numbers that I eagerly count,
Praying we can reunite so my heart will be sound.
Staring at a picture of your captivating laugh,
Only reminds me how these cherished memories won't ever come back.
God surely takes those He loves first,
So I pray you're in a world where you will never hurt.
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