Hold me

Hold me close
Let me hear your heartbeat
Be the one I chose
Be the one to protect me
I am fragile
Broken to my core
Hold me close
Before I go
Close your arms
And tightly hug me
I will miss this world
When I am gone
So I give you this goodbye
Before I run
And take my leave
I will remember you
When I'm finally free
Hold me close
Never let me go
You have my poems
My trinkets
My writings too
To remember me through
Remember me
I love you
So hold me close
And hold me fast
The time's coming
And moving past
All what we imagined
My time will be here soon
So my dearest one
Hold me to your heart
Before mine gives out
Before I break apart
After the fallout
Make sure to collect my pieces
If I fail to find peace
I will forever be with you
I will forever be near
Hold my head close
Run your hand through my hair
Tell me everything will be okay
Tell me that life must be fair
Lie to me and let me cry
Within your arms I am just me
No pieces of armour to keep me alive
Nothing to really protect me
You're my ghost
My guardian angel
The one I conjure
From every stranger
I talk to the people
Who I believe can listen
But only can truly
Carry me through my mission
Hold me close
Before I am gone
I will remain yours
You are my one
In this kind of world
I will never love
But I wish to let you
Hold me to your touch
Hold me close
And make me safe
When I'm at night alone
I am being chased
So I'll run to safety
And I'll always find you
Hold me close
Until I pass through

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