Tell The World

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If i were taken out of my bed,
and told if i talked id be dead.
I would ask to call only you,
i would tell you i loved you,
and my my poems were about.
I wouldn't care if i died that night,
As long as you know i loved you with all my might.
Read all my poems
And spread them around,
I dont want my poems to never make a sound.
Let them touch somebody elses heart,
Because they didn't touch yours,
and now we're apart.
You must make that one promise to me,
because i know we were meant to be.
Everyday i wished upon a star
for you to love people
for who they are.
I wish I could be that special someone,
but until i am i can love no one.
Make me my two last promises,
Send out my messages, and listen to what they are saying.
So goodbye for now,
I will see you soon,
When we are in heaven you will be my groom.





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