Make It Ok


To be catched,
by you,
would make falling ok.

and to be greeted,
by you,
would make dying ok.

all i need, is to stand,
by you,
and life might be ok.

But because i cannot be,
by you,
i will cry, and you shall hear.

The words in my tears,
are right,
and more than anything.

Never gone away,
never going,
going away.

Gone.

Submitted by kiersten.

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