Poem: Last Wish

Last Wish I’m sick, I’m dying, But I just wanted to say, You take my breath away. I have 10 seconds left, The timer is on, I want to spend every second, Dancing in your arms. As you twirl me along, All I want is to hear, As you point to your heart, Baby I want you right here.

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“We grow to give new meaning to old words” - Jessica (podcast speaker) New poems encapsulated modern day struggles but no struggle hasn’t been heard of before. Poems are time capsules that were never dated. They were buried in the past but remain intact in the present.