Held you close
Made the blood come back to your face
You were pale as a ghost
That night, when you said your life was a waste.

You had the bottle in your palm
You had the pills scattered on your bed
Your breathing was scattered, uncalm
I prayed that death would come and take me instead.

I brushed the hair from your face
I took the bottle, and I put the pills inside
My hand in yours, I felt your pulse begin to race
Too take someone so young would be a crime.

The longest night of my 100 years
Was spent, lying beside you in your bed
I laid up, confronted by all of my fears
Praying that when I woke up you wouldn't be dead.

When you woke, and your chin tilted up
I couldn't help but curl my arms around you
I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't kiss you enough
I love you, and you whispered love you too.