Someday

For your brokenness that clings to me
In my openness so ceaselessly
Relaying all the meanings, forever afraid

Seem I hopeless? It's a dream, I think
I'm dying at just the thought of your leaving me
I know, "Why worry for what's yet to come our way?"

So lucky if you make it out before me
Cause you know I always say
That life would be so perfect if we left earth on the same day

Every disparate, honest piece of me
Is holding onto memory
I wish you could remember me from the grave

I need you like I need to breathe
I breathe you in my tortured sea
Of thoughts and dreams and nightmares of decay

Yes it's stolen all the peace from me
And everybody seems to be
Indifferent or unworried for that day

It's stolen all my peace from me
And everybody seems to be
Indifferent and unworried for those days.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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