For this last time,
Let us last.
Just this last.
Tell me you want us to last.
God is watching us,
And would help us-
If we forget our past,
And forgive us.
Tell me you need me.
That you will never be mean.
Hard times will come,
But that shouldn’t mean us mean.
Tell me you won’t leave.
Even if you’ve once left,
That you will stay forever till we rot,
And ready to make things right.
---Fampah Coyish---
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By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015
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