i need a teacher of my soul
a light from the darkness
a window, a breath of fresh air.
my tongue is split.
my eyes are closed.
death has treated me better than life.
happy flowers and sweet eulogies
mean nothing at my funeral.
tell me when i'm alive.
tell me that you love me.
tell me that you'll hold me.
hold me like the world could end.
no one has.
no one will.
yet soon we'll see the worth
of what we never had.
we will fly and we will love
like never before-
the light at the end of the tunnel,
i guess.
but i wish i had a soul mate, now.
i wish you were here with me.
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