Sitting alone with the stars I wait For the last minutes of today to fade into tomorrow Turning what felt so precious to memories I remember the nights spent on the rooftop caterwauling to the stars and ache a little more Everything reminds me of when we had sock races across the slippery floor Danced in the sky fought battles with swords of leaves Lay underneath a ceiling of blankets and got tipsy on caffeine That which cannot be tangible feels like a knife to the heart And as I wave goodbye to the retreating light tears start to pour from unblinking eyes I stare motionless as it disappears into the night Numbly waving as my body shakes from the cold I cannot feel Life is full of goodbyes it seems and nothing lasts forever But just this once I wish it would just this once I would turn back time To have a few more minutes of oblivion even a few seconds But time waits for no man and no man waits for time That is what you would say, isn't it? They say that time has no beginning and no end But this feels final this feels like the end to something I will never have again.
To Michael, my dear, dear, friend. Who was always there for me, who I cared for so deeply. Thank you for the many laughs we had together. And the many memories we made. I shall treasure them always.
If only had one chance to a say farewell to you my darling but knowing now what I didn't a year ago That you were dying and this was to be the very last farewell I would held you my arms and never to let you go kissed your sweet and tender lips and begged to never leave me for I was frightened to face life all alone And wish I could have gone with you my love so I didn't have remain In this life here all alone one last farewell to my darling But know this will n ever be, but It will never stop me from dreaming to where I hope I'll say my last and final farewell to you there Helen
Having never got to say my final farewell hope at least to dream of you to where I can say my final farewell
Taking off my worn cloak I wore you well this past year There wasn’t much That we didn’t handle While I wore you as my mantle I fold you up All patched and thin Farewell my old friend I won’t forget the comfort You enveloped me in
My new cloak feels a little awkward Most fledglings do Still I am homesick... Goodbye 2018
I know, I know that it may sound cliché, but when you're not around everything seems grey. I think about you each and every single day, but it doesn't matter though, soon you will be far away. I got so little time and so much words to say, but there is nothing i can do to make you stay, so i just hope that we will meet again someday, till then - Farewell...
here’s (to the hours spent laughing dancing feeling alive; to the cities i admired and their streets that changed me; to the thoughts that moved me the arts that made me cry the ideas that disturbed me; to the unforgettable joy of living a dream; to the dreams that became true and the truths that became better than dreams; to the sorrows that wounded me; to the tears that didn’t wash the pain away and to the kind words that did; to the people who dared to share with me visions passions fears laughs childhood memories views on the universe stories about old lovers secrets of their beautiful minds; to the depths of those alluring souls; to those who offered their days and nights to me; to the ones i disappointed (i’m sorry); to the ones i hurt (i’m sorry); to the ones i never apologised to (i’m sorry); to all those who never asked for an apology for an explanation for anything in return (i’m sorry) thank you for being there for opening your arms for listening for caring; to the friendships that endured and the ones that failed to; to the dearest of friends i loved and cared for; to those who stood by me and to those who understood; to the foolish heart that loved; to its courage to break and its strength to mend; to the poems i wrote and the boys i dedicated them to; to the lips i kissed and the kisses i longed for; to the parties i remember and the sleepless nights i don’t; to the late-night wanderings; to the turquoise sunrises the crimson sunsets and all the adventures inbetween; to the drunken celebrations of youth of summer and winter of brithdays of weekends and weekdays; to all the first times and all the last tries; to all the magical moments) to 2018.