the end of an era

You can cry

Or try feeling happy.

You can smile,

But you cannot forget.

You may want to see him again,

Feel his touch...

His warm hands.

Sadness and hate.

These are the words.

These are the things you feel

Ans death is the thing you need.

You've already tried,

To learn to forget,

But nothing is working,

Not even death.

You watch the day go by,

You see all the lovely birds fly.

You know they are going

To a better place,

So you try it too

But you remember his face.

It's keeping you here,

Allthough you are hurt.

You're feeling don't care,

But your love does worth.

Somehow he feels you,

He knows you're still there.

He might not call,

But he takes care.

He's looking

For that feeling too,

He's looking for a shoulder

To lean on to.

He wants you back.

That's the result.

That's the end of a era,

You thought it was your fault.