when does love become a friend,
after or before the end?
would it be right to cry,
if you go in a blink of an eye?
how about accepting what is,
but still desiring this?
what would it feel like,
to still have you by my side?
wonderland seems impossible now,
nothing will ever be "wow".
not when you're gone,
not when we're done.
i'll continually think about you,
how it feels to be true.
so i won't jump off that cliff,
and yet you'll forever be my what-if.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
when does love become a friend,
after or before the end?
would it be right to cry,
if you go in a blink of an eye?
how about accepting what is,
but still desiring this?
what would it feel like,
to still have you by my side?
wonderland seems impossible now,
nothing will ever be "wow".
not when you're gone,
not when we're done.
i'll continually think about you,
how it feels to be true.
so i won't jump off that cliff,
and yet you'll forever be my what-if.
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