What Comes Next
Do you not care when I say thatI'll be forever gone
There is no saying what comes next
Why can't we have more fun?
You dare not give yourself to me
My world, you say, is old
How can you say that to my face
Have you ever been bold?
You cannot even risk a kiss
You are always afraid
It will turn out like you've foretold:
Everything is to fade
Tonight desire has reached its tip
You can fall by my side
I can't now say you never did
Remind me that I died
Labels: Emily Dickenson
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