Death (just to make the title longer XD)

As I lay on the soft, dry, grass
My gaze linger on the sky above
Dreaming of things that will never be
Wiching for second chances that will never come.

And when I stood, flowers sprout,
From where I laid my weary self.
How ironic could this life be?
That while I'm dying, life came out of me.


Unable to bear this pain in me,
I took my last breath and smiled ahead.
With the last strength I have, I looked at the clouds,
And waited for you to take me Home.

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So... yeah.. I wrote this during one of those nights...
Hope you liked it.

PS!

Sorry if the signature is too big! I'll fix it as soon as I can...