Don’t let go of me, I’m scared
Where am I going? I’m not prepared
I’m not ready to go, I’ll miss you
I’m not ready to die, to never kiss you
Don’t let go of me, I’m cold
I thought we had more time
To grow old
I have stuff to do, Things to see
I’ll never stop loving you
Don’t let go of me
I’m sorry I’m leaving you
You look sad
I hate the thought of you alone Please don’t be mad
I’ve let you down, I promised to stay
Please don’t let go of me
Whilst I’m fading away
I’m so scared to leave here
To fall to sleep
To see the pain that I’m causing, to see you weap
I’m sorry I’m dying, I’m not ready to go.
I hope you’ll still love me, I love you, you know
Please don’t let go of me
As I start to go
- Author: John_Bingham ( Offline)
- Published: March 29th, 2023 02:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Some people are taken before their time. Death is only the start of our next journey.
- Category: Unclassified
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