Goodbye.
That's all I have to say.
Then the feeling will go away.
Along with it, my worries of the day.
But I have to say-
I like you.
Maybe it's the way.
The way you smile like you can't stop
The way you talk.
The way your looks could ****.
Before I reach for that flask, I have to ask.
Are there, perhaps, tears threatening to spill?
A wrist being threatened to drill?
A jump awaiting you at your window sill?
Or maybe it's just me.
But I just can't see a smile without pain
A death, yet a gain.
A parked car, yet another lane.
But that's a means to an end.
My heart may pound,
But I'll make it this round.
Just say the word.
Bye.