ButrosButros_Grantos
Bluelighter
Goodbye
There is a girl that I always kiss goodbye,
but never hello.
We stand there in an awkward greeting.
Unsure
of whether to take the next step.
Her hands feel comfortable in mine.
She has unruly blonde hair
and lips that twitch
at annoying people, but a laugh that can wrap you
in its embrace and make you wish
you could kiss that girl hello.
She goes
When she goes
I am incomplete.
And I try to fill the void.
By playing songs, that
remind me of her smile.
But they are shallow
echoes of the real thing.
I wish she would return.
Where she goes
I am incomplete.
And I try to fill the silences.
By keeping my thoughts busy,
but my thoughts return to her.
And how I’m lost without
her to guide me.
I wish she would return.
Why she goes?
I am incomplete.
A mere shadow of myself.
And I count the things I miss.
Cause I miss her, and her smile,
and her, and of course us,
but mainly her,
I wish she would return.
There is a girl that I always kiss goodbye,
but never hello.
We stand there in an awkward greeting.
Unsure
of whether to take the next step.
Her hands feel comfortable in mine.
She has unruly blonde hair
and lips that twitch
at annoying people, but a laugh that can wrap you
in its embrace and make you wish
you could kiss that girl hello.
She goes
When she goes
I am incomplete.
And I try to fill the void.
By playing songs, that
remind me of her smile.
But they are shallow
echoes of the real thing.
I wish she would return.
Where she goes
I am incomplete.
And I try to fill the silences.
By keeping my thoughts busy,
but my thoughts return to her.
And how I’m lost without
her to guide me.
I wish she would return.
Why she goes?
I am incomplete.
A mere shadow of myself.
And I count the things I miss.
Cause I miss her, and her smile,
and her, and of course us,
but mainly her,
I wish she would return.
