The Dying Thought of Teenager

Poetry

The end is nigh
and so am I
and there's a burden upon my shoulder

I don't know how
to tell you now
you are my beauty, I'm your beholder

For when I see
you next to me
no we won't ever get any older

With sky falling
and death calling
our eyes and arms will turn ever colder

But do not cry
for you and I
our hearts' heartache will forever smolder