Seasons And Reasons

viii.

           please, tell me,
           why hassle say
           you love me if
           it's bound to be
           goodbye.
          
           are our efforts
           wasted have been
           thrown to ocean
           right after you
           let me go, whine,
           and cry.
          
           are these letters
           made to be soaked
           by bended knees
           together with our
           blissful memories.
          
           now,
          
           please, tell me.
           why bother say
           “i love you” if
           you're bound to
           bid goodbye.
                                                            
── tell me, please.