The last time I saw
The last time I saw her,
She led her steps by grace.
She walked as if the world was in her hands.
As she walked, she did not look back or say a word,
My heart melted.
It was as if blood was running through my hands.
I never understood
Why was it so hard for her to say goodbye.
I will never know.
I loved her like a fat kid loves cake.
The fact that I knew she was gone,
Made my head spin as if I was spinning in circles.
Missing you never hurt so good,
I'll never forget the love we shared.
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