With a Tinge of See You Again
And a Pinch of Goodbye...
Fully packed
Puppy eyed
You are standing in the corner watching me leave
Leave
Leave behind
A dog on its hind
The pants
The wagging
The fall
Fall
Fall leaves are all that's left
Between us galaxies exists
Before us oceans
We must cross
Cross
Cross roads
Do i stay? Or
Do i go?
Will you come? Or
Will you long?
Long
Long awaits the day
When i will walk back to you
As golden and beautiful as before
Before
Before I leave
You will feel all of the above
An aromatic medley of bye's and hi's
In the silence of this car
In will relive our memories
Now seasoned with a pinch of goodbye
And a tinge of see you again.
- nostalgia.
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Shayfe Shiphrah
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