Siting there
When I were sitting there beside of you,
Could you hear me ?
Could you feel me ?
My hand holding your hand.
I was thinking about the good times
For me the good days were,
The days you weren`t sick
I wanted you to feel comfortible.
And happy in some way.
I watched to every breath
And prayed that each breath wasn't your last one.
The time we knew eachother ,
Went fast
Please let this be only a nightmare
Tell me this is a nightmare,
Let me wake up
Please let this be a nightmare
And not our goodbye
As your breaths were getting grewer
I were still holding your hand
My heart continually breaking,
Because I woudn`t lose you.
Then there it was,
Your final breath
I didn't want to believe it,
Stil hoping it was a dream
Stil hoping it was a nightmare
I held your hands
And I wished,hoped,prayed
That you would breath again
It wasn`t you time
I can`t admit this is the end
But then I realized that you were gone
No tears anymore
And no suffering anymore.
You were walking upon the stairs of heaven
I held your hands
And tried to say goodbye.
I coudn`t say goodbye
All I can do is cry
I've lost my best friend.
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