Goodnight

by Stephie   Nov 23, 2007


I fake a smile so he won't see
Everything we could of been

Laying in this bed.
I am so weak.

Holding your hand i make not a peep.
Just your smile that lives deep inside of me.

The last breathes i take are for you,
And the last words i speak,
but so secretly i will keep
deep down inside of me,

right here in this moment is where we are meant to be
you right here right beside of me.

I'm so tired, It kills me to speak.
I keep the last image of you inside of me.
Closing my eyes, this isn't goodbye,
This is just goodnight.
Until next time.

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