I try and run, away from you,
the thoughts and words, I felt un-true.
I run along, a gravel path,
for this I know, will be my last.
I see my peace, faster I run,
I feel my end, finally's begun.
I climb the stairs, atop I rest,
my end awaits, as I face death.
I walk the ledge, you stare at me,
the truw answer, to feeling free.
I stand upon, the ledge above,
look down and think, of our true love.
You start to cry, what should I choose,
it's hard to think, when so confused.
I close my eyes, and start to fall,
your teary eyes, is all I saw.
I hit then wake, from a bad dream,
I look to you, sleeping by me.
You don't wake up, I need you there,
you'll never know, my true dispair.
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Keith A. Lynema