We said good-bye with a hug and one kiss, a blink of an eye in the port you were gone.
My heart broke so loud I couldn't find you in the crowd.
We both shared love and secrets that will always be an unbreakable intertwine of frayed ends of sanity and crossed lines.
I find myself praying for you and wondering if that's what you do too.
Not enough strength in me to reach for you, guess no reason for you to.
The plans we made when we were young, all the dreams that never begun, so much time in between us now, makes me wonder how I still consider you my one true love.
I'll never ask and you will never tell if these thoughts I share are mine or ours.
Just like our good-bye that day at the port our kiss good-bye ended to short.
As sad as it would be to repeat, I would stand and meet you for one last kiss.
Was there something I forgot, did I ever really have a shot at true love or did I just make that part up?
Is it possible to love someone without them really knowing it until it's too late?
Can you take things back or are they lost forever?
I just want to know if you ran and hid after our kiss good-bye, if yes, I can understand why.
I just would like to try it once again at least just as a friend. That way it doesn't have to be the end, just good-bye for now.
Another letter to myself, my pen pal.
Another letter to you, you'll never get one more thing.
I'll always regret, but safe in my possession and you'll remain my obsession until that one last kiss.
