There are things that you do to hurt me,
Thing you may not intend but in the end they still hurt me so,
How would you remember the way I looked if your vision began to go?
Would you be able to tell how long my hair was and how small my nose?
Will my spirit be bright enough to light up the darkness within your eyes in order for me to shine once again?
Once your hearing trickles away,
Will my voice still be clear as it echoes through you head like sweet nightingales as you ease yourself to bed?
Shall my touch remain on your skin though we may be far a part?
Skin to skin,
Bodies embrace in escapade as are chests are heart to heart .
Unfortunately I believe this is wishful to think so much of you,
If remembering me is too much,
Do what’s comfortable.
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