My Goodbye To You
As bad as I miss the idea of you,
I must set the dream of us free,
Because what me and you once had,
Is nothing more than a fantasy.
I waited for you constantly,
For you to notice my presence was here,
But yet you continuously made our love an option
Instead of a priority true and sincere.
How I miss those midnight talks
That led to that good morning kiss;
Those times of heartache when you made me smile,
And joyful times hard to resist.
But now I must admit to myself
That I'm holding on to a fictional tale.
I'll always remember the times we had,
But what we once had has failed.