Your kisses are getting colder.
Maybe, it’s just our relationship is older.
“Should we end it?” I ask.
“Or should we wear a happy mask?”
There are so many things we could do.
What are the things we should do?
You were always there.
You always seemed to care.
But, they say love is blind.
Why couldn’t you be mine?
If you could have only seen,
How much your love had meant to me.
But, all things come to an end,
So, farewell my friend.
