Everyone tells me to say my goodbyes,
let go of you.
But i keep thinking about your eyes,
ohh so blue.

The splendour of your gaze:
imprinted on my brain.
Your quirks and adorable ways:
not knowing them, causes me the most pain.

I wish i could will you into my existence.
I wish you could want me in yours.
Thats why i keep up this persistence:
to make "us" a reality and not poems of metaphors.