One Last Time

As I pack my bag

I only ask

That you say

You love me


I won’t stay

Tomorrow will be too late

I’ll leave

I’m not that naive


I won’t come back

So please, I beg

Won’t you tell me you love me

One last time




Yesterday you told me

That you love me.

You gave me a rose;

As long as it grows

Our love will too.

But you knew.

As all roses wither,

Love dies quicker.

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