April 11

Tears that fall from my eyes.
Pain that comes from my heart.
I'm so sick of hearing goodbyes.
I shouldn't have known you from the start.

What's the use of knowing you,
When you still gonna leave?
Don't wish your life was through.
Baby, there's a life for you to live.

I don't want to see you frown,
nor to see you cry.
Promise me not to let me down,
or else I would die.

Why do you have to go,
and leave someone like me?
I'm dying just so you know.
In my heart, that's where you'll always be.

this poem is for Mark G.