I love
when i say i want to die
it is a white lie
everyone must die one day
but to end it early is not the way
i love the world
and my life has not yet unfurled
i want to know it all
grow big not small
this place i am not yet done with
it is too great and i will miss
i love it all, the people, the wind
maybe one day i'll read this again and grin
This poem was written by Paul Conversano on Apr 08, 2008.
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I like this...like I'm sure that I've said that I wanted to die before but like I would miss life too much, and I would wonder what would have become of me?