When it is time for you to bury me, make sure that I am dead.
You have buried my secrets, they were misread.
Lift me out of this hot bed turned cold.
Take me away from young friendly faces growing old.
Put me in a place where you will one day arrive.
When you get there, don't break my heart again, please don't make me cry.
I love you.
© Thomas Joseph Pellegrini
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