Rachel Brewer (28/01/1991 / Maidstone)
The Night I Died In Your Arms
I was looking up into your eyes,
I was watching your tears fall.
I was thinking about a life we would never get to share.
I was thinking about you, only you.
I was wondering about the children we would never have.
Would they have my eyes?
I bet they would have your nose and ears.
I was playing in my head all the little fights we would never have.
All the nights we wouldn’t be next to each other, but longing to be.
And all the beautiful things we would never see together.
I was looking at you, only you.
The night I died in your arms.
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