Just do me one favor.
Walk out with a memory.
Don't forget about us.
Or at least don't forget about me.
Always remember how much you meant to me.
And how much I care.
Don't forget the smile I wore.
Or even when I was there.
But most of all remember the times we shared.
I remember the first time I said I loved you.
The crying and joy in my eyes you bought to me.
But something I learned and never will for get is love isn't true.
For me love is a blur.
A blur that can't be ignored.
But the saddest part about it
Is it will fade once it is adored
