The Last to Say Goodbye
By Walter Burns
The pain I must endure You said our love would die I swore to you I’d be The last to say goodbye The rose will wither ‘way Inside the final book You tire to write of me I fear to take a look The pain is much unkind Duets in morning sky I swore to you I’d be The last to say goodbye I see you from so far You promised you would stay I would not say goodbye You died here anyway Petals to the floor The book I haven’t read Tears, the words you used Were always how I bled I said that I would be The last to say goodbye But you stand o'er me With a wet and tearing eye The rose will not grow now Our love can’t be defined Fields of adoration Don’t need the sun to shine Our book, we write together Each page, a hand picked rose And there are no goodbyes That’s how our love will grow Written June 30th, 2001 © on Jun 29 2001 05:29 PM PST 0 • 1
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"The pain I must endure..."