Fatal Attraction Poem by Desiree Whitamore

Let us go then you and i
the future's drawing near.
and in the end, if we should die,
and silence fills our ears:

Let's not waste another breath
and when our souls depart,
though our bodies fall to death,
our love can't fall apart.

Let us not think of the past,
for it is filled with despair.
and since our love shall last,
for another, i don't care.

if you were to forget me,
know that i will not.
i'll keep you in my memory
until our bodies rot.

I would rather travel forever,
into the dark unknown,
than have you not remember.
yes, i'd rather go alone.

so with our closing eyes,
quickly grasp my hand.
for if we die tonight,
we'll be as one, again.