I hate that I have to depart
To a place i haven't even created
A rhelm still lying in my heart
Somewhere I should be, belated
I wish you would come with me
But only if hearts were one
Can't take you to any but reality
You can't sail I'm my own imagination
Won't confuse vivid for rigid
Want you to stay awake and dream
And your dreams staying lucid
The star in your own film
So now i take my leave
Stitching two broken tear banks
You just pull my sleeves
In a sea ur eyes sank
YOU ARE READING
The Good in goodbye.
Poetryleaving a friend could be painful, but sometimes you really don't know what to do