Don't go
I whisper, to no one but the cat
I hope she hears me, somehow feels me
Has a sudden urge to fill in this sudden gap
My caged heart, still moves beneath it's cage
Though I know it wants to jump right out
Screaming "Do Not Resuscitate"
Oh, baby, you don't know what you mean to me, love
You would never come close to remotely just comprehend
There is no man alive today that would come close, my morning dove
To know my heart, it's only love, would not compare to even the pinky of your hand
Little bird, you are my all, my everything you see
you've been my always, my whole reason, even when unknown
Every morning, i open my eyes, can you hear me calling, even in dreams
heart to heart, can you feel me darlin', out here in the cold
When I go, I'll go only because I know
You'll be okay until we all meet up again
For now I'm one foot in, one out, half my heart, barely a soul
I can't go yet, likely you know, heart to heart, you're my whole soul
When they come for me, you let me go
Gone, I'll just get up and leave don't call out for me
By then you'll be fine, no need to know
How i suffered, either way, always, worth all this sorrow
My daughter, my love, you are all of me, worth more than all the weight in gold
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In This City of Ghosts
PoetryPoetry and seemingly micro-stories written in prose. Llynn takes away from the many struggles she overcame, still tries to overcome in a dry, dark comedic voice. As she puts it, 'I can't sit around crying every day, I make light of all the tragedy a...
