The moment I'll say goodbye for the last time
I'll miss you...
I know I will.
Although my mind,
Trying to take the reason to the light,
Will say the way it will be it's the way it is,
My heart will cry knowing the truth.
I will recover. Yes.
I don't know if you'll need to
Since it's a mystery to me
The nature of your feelings.
I endeavor to be rational,
But I see I'll need to accept
I'm an emotional being.
I've been working with this discovery...
Trying to amend the broken pieces
My full of oxyciton mind leaves.
My expectations -
Against the judgement and wisdom of my conscience -
Are mine and only mine.
I hope I do not worry you.
Happiness is the feeling I want you to have.
And if you were happier for a tiny little second...
I'm cheerful with the news.
See you -
or not.
