Hold my finger

I thought you would be here by now,

holding my fingers, bracing my spinal cord,

inhaling your breathe unto my dying mortal,
 

I thought you would be here by every second,

showering the care you bear,

keeping the door of your heart been opened, 

I thought you would leave  the soul here,

the tears of my heart’s ache,

will beat the rhythm of your name.

 

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