The last thing I ask...
The last thing I ask of you, Is nothing of consequence... Tis only a request, I ask of you... As you walk, Into the burning sun, Please remember, The memories we share. The way you held out your hand, The way I laughed, The way when things were so simple... You were like a puzzle piece to my heart, Filling in me with another, But as the saying goes, "Things change"... And as you leave, You also take a part of me, That I will cherish, That I will love, That I will miss...
Arteamisia · Sun Jul 19, 2009 @ 07:25pm · 0 Comments |