We barely knew each others names, yet talked for hours.
Sharing drinks on the back porch on that cold december day.
And its funny how times flies when your lost in a pair of hazel eyes, watching the sunrise.
Now I’m taking an hour drive to this hospital just to watch you die and I cant grip this steering wheel.
And I’d dare the optimist to find the good that came out of this come I’m at a loss for words.
The weight is sliding off your bones and your hair’s slowly getting thin, leaving wrinkles in your skin.
The doctors said go pack your things, so we found you a wooden home, to spend the rest of your days alone.
And I hear those angels knocking at your door sweety, don’t let them in.
No, dont you dare open.
Are you tired of breathing heavily when you’re laying in bed at night, trying to sleep? Well i’ll let you go if you’re suffering.
I spent hours up, building courage just to pull this plug.
I spent nights awake, thinking of the last words to say.
It was twelve oclock when we got that call.
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