Everytime we say good-bye
we end it with hello,
this becomes more than struggle
to begin letting you go.
Life began when you became
the only air that I'll breathe.
You've become my very world.
The only thing that I need.
Every moment without you
I suffocate in despair.
Life was meant to live with you;
you are what I breathe; my air.
Lonesome without you here now
my eyes befriend tears brand new
as life gets harder to live;
to keep going without you.
I lacked appreciation
for everything that you'd give,
but without it, I see now!
Without it I just can't live.
And when we first said, 'Hello,'
you were just another date,
just a temporary guy.
Meeting you was purely fate.
You gave me reason to live,
reason to be who I am.
These days are feeling empty.
I no longer hold your hand.
These tears are self-inflicted,
for confusion I'm to blame,
with you and without you
life has never been the same.
When we said, 'Hello,' that time
it was then our lives began
and ever since that moment
I've been living on demand.
Sometimes I just didn't know
that my feelings were quite real.
Now that I lose everything
you're regaining your appeal.
When we first said our good-byes
we walked away to come back
promising we would change things;
change the things we both lack.
Now that time has passed away
and our last chance to survive
is letting go. It's too late
...but you had me at good-bye.
"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello..." (The Beatles). Well expressed, Brittany. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you. Regis
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gorgeous write........
sad too.......but your style is one to be applauded.......
bravo!
pax Anita :)
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Highly original and novel pen....
Peter
Your talent soars in this exquisite write.
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gorgeous write........
sad too.......but your style is one to be applauded.......
bravo!
pax Anita :)