If I Died

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Still, time and space stop

If I died, I wouldn’t mind

My eyelids drop

You’re so warm in my content

Fingers locked inside mine

I’m in the hoodie you lent

Your heart you didn’t lend me

That is mine to keep

I’ve packed it away nice and neat

And Inside the pleats

I stored my own

 To make your heart my own

If I died, I wouldn’t mind

Content inside your eyes.

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Published by Ryon Maverick

Born in Doncaster, I’m a gay writer with a passion for exploring life, love, and everything in between. I share personal stories and reflections on the highs and lows of love in all its forms. I'm also the published author of The Life And Death Of Love, a poetry collection that dives deep into the raw beauty and heartbreak of human connection.

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2 thoughts on “If I Died”

  1. Wow, this is so emotional. Such beautiful poetry, and these lines:

    “Your heart you didn’t lend me

    That is mine to keep

    I’ve packed it away nice and neat”

    They brought tears to my eyes. Stunning.

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