Is it pathetic to say: "Please come back?" Because that's all I think When I see photographs of you.
Is it pathetic to fall on my knees And beg you to remember. To remember what it felt Like to hug me close Under those fireworks. To remember how we spent More time looking at the beauty in each other, Rather than the Sparkle in the sky.
Is it pathetic to tell you How many hours I have Spent wishing to once-again Feel your body close to mine, To feel your sweet tongue on my skin?
Because if it is, I won't say anything at all. For what's worse than being So easily forgotten by you, Is watching the respect you once held for me be replaced by nothing more than simple pity.