Please hold me for the last time,
before i start to cry, as i spill up memories,
i thought were long forgotten.

I loved you so much. I’ll miss your golden touch.
And the way your smile always brought some light
to the deepest, darkest, coldest night.

It hurts me inside every time i cried and spoiled your happiness,
with my morbid countenance. I was under the pretense that you felt
something for me too.

I guess someday I’ll see the sun rise again
and look on back then and know it was meant to be.
The day you took back your heart. The day every stolen glance
just made me guilty.