sorrow

"at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet"

our talk about future

we will make it through

all i ever asked of you

is a chance to make it true

you told me not to worry

that you wont leave me

i guess that is why words are free

because its just words and you can let it be

i screamed in sound of despair

i tell god its fucking unfair

for you to leave me there

i wasnt prepared

i guess this is goodbye

i will hold on

as long

as i can

goodbye halcyon days.