Life and I
we were holding
hands together
we were having fun
and playing under the sun
people think that i
like to have more years
with life,
but i understand it more
on a shorter scale
and life offers her hand
so we can walk some more
stroll and roll and
play the ball
but i told Life,
i have had enough of you
and you are making me hostage
here, in this place not meant for me,
and so i refused Life
and embraced what beautiful truths that
Death has yet unspoken to me
Death and I,
There is no worry,
Let them bury,
Happy is it to die,
Bluish sky.
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