さよのら

I knew it was farewell the moment that you

Wrote your reply without “bb” like you used to

The steps for farewell are familiar to me

Constant aches and pains in agony

But this one hurts different than all the rest

We didn't fight. We didn't argue. We were patient, caring, and understanding. 

We pushed got success workout us commanding 

We wanted what's right. For each other to push through. No matter what day went, a love expanding 

But this place does not make you happy, nor I

I want to start all again with a bright sunny sky 

And that's why we need to say goodbye

You need to find you so your spirit can fly

May we meet again, cause this is not the end

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