You  fell  in love with *** and drugs,
But overdose on lack of love.
You starved your self to feed your greed,
But became obese on selfish needs.
You threw away all the pride you had,
To lay with him all day.
He held your heart in his hands,
But he never saw how he had broken it.  
Loneliness was your biggest fear,
Now you are alone with him.

She was like a cup of coffee.
A plain, black, cup of coffee.
She kept the world awake.

Her personality was warm,
But she had a bitter aftertaste.

“I’ll take a look at it when I’m done with my wine.”
Mother is never done with her wine.
With a slow movement,
she twirls the glass,
takes one last sip
and opens a new bottle.

Mother likes to take her time,
drinking gin, drinking coffee,
reading her novels, cleaning the house.
She likes to keep busy.
Mother’s work is never done.

“Show it to me later.”
But later never comes.

Mother is too occupied.
Mother is too sad.
Mother is oblivious.

Oh take me home
To my melancholic road,
Where I used to stroll everyday.

Where all you would hear
Was the song of a wing
And a sigh was all you would say.

Where all you would smell
Was the freshest of air
And the sweetest of colours in May.

Oh take me home
To my melancholic road,
Oh take me back for one day.

Now that I've said goodbye...
I've realized just how much I love your hello,
that cute little smile you give me from across the room,
the tight embrace you hold me in every day,
and the way your eyes search deep into mine.

Now that I've said goodbye...
I've realized just how much I treasure our times,
the laughter we share over nothing and everything,
the waves of affection and amazement that pour over me,
and telling you every part of my innermost thoughts.

Now that I've said goodbye...
I've realized that I wasn't ready to yet.