Death

I see the word different. I see that death is my friend. Most are truly afraid. I am not afraid. I find it unfair. He teases me with his kiss. Just one touch on embrace. The pain would cease to hurt. I am not afraid. I could not choose a different route. I want to see my love. I am whiling to meet him at deaths door. Yet he will not meet me. For he says it is not yet our time. We have to live a little longer. We cant choose the easy way out. He says just hold on a little nit longer baby. He says he will keep away the pain. I would love fro him to hold me or touch me. But he says just a little longer my dear. It is not yet time.