why was it that,
everytime we had come so close
it was still too far?
the deceive of love, being overdosed
we would hold our hands,
fingers intertwined
the sunshine beaming upon,
us watching the passing of time.
the memories that ,
you had yet to remember
but i could never forget;
that day in December
was it all wasted lies?
would you look me in my eyes
and play my heart twice?
breaking the notes of my perfect goodbye
yet,
i still think of that day
the cold wind blowing,
when love had got away.
