A chance isn’t an option
if an opportunity isn’t available,
so I never stood a chance.
For we only say goodbye.
My tears have dried,
yet the pain, unlike the sun,
will never subside.
I question the feeling
of love when it’s left to die;
I’ve been left lonely
as the troubles of life rise.
The fire burns inside
for a companion, a friendship,
so much like you and I.
Is this the way the judges of love
leave me trailed?
With tribulations of elation
when you arrive?
For we only say goodbye.
And it hurts too much inside,
since a love like ours
is so hard to find…
Yet we only say goodbye.
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