The last thing I ask...
The last thing I ask of you,
Is nothing of consequence...
Tis only a request,
I ask of you...
As you walk,
Into the burning sun,
Please remember,
The memories we share.
The way you held out your hand,
The way I laughed,
The way when things were so simple...
You were like a puzzle piece to my heart,
Filling in me with another,
But as the saying goes,
"Things change"...
And as you leave,
You also take a part of me,
That I will cherish,
That I will love,
That I will miss...
Arteamisia · Sun Jul 19, 2009 @ 07:25pm · 0 Comments
