All our deep midnight conversations,
Drowned along with what was left of me;
For all that is left of our days,
Is the memories I am desperately trying to keep.
They warned me from the beginning,
They told me you would leave,
But I ended up denying,
The truth I still refuse to believe,
You promised me you'd never leave,
Then left me after a few days,
A stabbing pain with every memory,
All I ever craved was for you to stay.
I can no longer sleep right,
I'm overthinking your every shade and hue...
You stopped saying your ' goodnight's ,
And that's when I knew I lost you.
You know you're doomed when you're all alone,
Having midnight thoughts in daylight.
When you feel unwelcome in your own home,
When you only cry when out of sight.
So here's an ode , a tribute,
To whatever we had that died,
Whatever you'd like to call it,
Decayed with the hope I held inside.
