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Unfinished
by Cristina I. Beof
The memories of us I hold so dear,
The parting of us is something I fear.
All I wanted was to bring you happiness,
But it seems like I just give you stress.
To have you not tell me you love me still,
When I tell you time and time again my love is real.
So you say you may want to part,
That thought is what freezes my heart.
I guess I have to try to accept,
But it may be something you might regret.
I just don?t understand, how could this be?
I thought we were so happy.
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