Goodbye

Goodbye

A Poem by Y.F.
"

Usually not a pleasant word.

"
Upon this little boat, it seem
the perfect time to stop and dream
of what might come and what will never be.
The moonlight rays brushing your hair,
but you're too shy to let me stare,
you'd rather taste my lips than let me see.

Been thinking now for quite some time,
whether it's love or just a crime,
for passion tends to hang me up to dry.
I'd hate to sell you hopes and lies,
yet seeing tears in those blue eyes,
I'd kill myself before I'd make you cry;

The only word I know as truth's goodbye.


These yellow leaves which smell like rain
are leaving me with so much pain,
when winter comes I'll be so far away.
And yet I smile and sing a song
of rainbows that just stay, prolong
the joy of us, as on the grass we lay.

I'd like to live a fairytale,
where love is on a bigger scale,
where no one can be hurt, or worst yet die.
I wish this kiss was all it takes,
to form a bond that never breaks -
I'd give up all I have to be that guy,

The only promise I can give's goodbye.


As lazy days run faster still
I hide the way I truly feel,
I stash away the pain and thoughts inside.
And in their place - a big fake smile,
I've learnt to hold for quite a while,
yet in this fact I find no ounce of pride.

And every day it gets more hard
to hold my arm, and show the cards;
I wish I could be stronger, yet I try,
to hide the dimness in my stare,
and flush the piles of fallen hair;
I wish I could stay longer, and yet I,

I know that all that's left to say's goodbye.

© 2010 Y.F.


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Goodbye is definetly not a good thing. I loved this write. Emotions felt in every line. Nice job! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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