You asked me how many times I cried,
And the answer is too many
You wanted to know the fear I felt,
And I was scared always,
If I ever let go,
She'd drown on her own
And that was more than I could bare.
Would she wake,
Would she Breathe
Wiping away the tears from her cheek,
Her kiss so sweet
Her touch so soft,
But with every hit
And every shot
She slipped like sand through my fingers.
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