After

After these magical days that passed away,
I left alone with nothing more than dismay.
I now realize how much high is the fee,
I'm falling on my knees.
I can't embark on the ship of love.
I would never catch that "dove",
No, this dove is not you, not yet,
But you will, If you'll choose to leave, like the other good things left.
I can't blame you for the tears,
I can't give you credit for the cheers.
I can't stay strong,
I'm looking for somewhere I belong.
Dew is wetting the grass,
Your heart is made of brass?
If it must be the end…
Can we at least stay friends?