Glowing red,
Myface heated,
As I try to be myself,
Thigh high stockings,
A mini skirt,
Corset pulled over,
And the piece of resistance,
A small black choker.
But oh,
My face,
My real skin on,
Showing true,
On goes a sweatshirt,
I can't do this yet.

"Heaven is the place,
Where you think of nowhere else"
Oh? Is that so?
Then that playground,
When I was a hurting child,
Swinging to dismiss reality,
Letting my feet rise to the sky,
And with it my worries fall,
Those swings became my nirvana,
A safe haven from the pain.

With each goodbye comes tears,
Not because the time shared was sad,
Nor unvalued, but
With each goodbye comes tears,
Because every fleeting moment,
Was one more minute we could've shared.
With each goodbye comes tears,
Because a piece of me is left behind,
Within our shared memories.
With each goodbye comes tears,
Because our time together has passed,
And now I must wait to see you again.
With each goodbye comes tears,
Because patience is not my virtue.
With each goodbye comes tears,
Because I love you more than I could ever know.