Disclaimer: No, Torchwood isn't mine. It belongs to the BBC.
If i had thought this through, you wouldn't be lying here
All i can think of are my mistakes, but it's too late
Now you've gone
To someplace i can never see
Oh, but it is cold
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Just one more day – it wouldn't be enough, but if
Only i could tell you everything, or at least lay your fears to rest: you're
Not just one in a long line –not you, never
Everything ends too soon, especially a love that lasts too long, and you're dead, and all i can do is offer you this
Sealed with a kiss
A/N: I actually started this years and years ago, after finishing Children Of Earth the first time. I only knew the first word of each stanza, though, the form, and the last line, so i didn't get very far. Then this weekend i was reading and thinking about a lot of poetry, and this popped back into my head. I hope it turned out okay. I haven't written any poetry in years, and it's been a while since i've watched Torchwood too.