Before I Forget, by T.R.

T.R.

Before I Forget

I’m going to die

I know that now

For this I don’t lie

For I don’t know how

The words don’t come out

But I know what to say

I can’t die without

The prices I pay

For if I don’t say it

I will, then, offend

A friendship, I pay it

But don’t want it to end

To say I have lost you

I’m going to regret

To tell you I love you

Before I forget

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