• I read the words on the pages I turned,
    more tears welling up,
    the ink running like black rivers in a recipe with my tears,
    as I once again read the little notes you wrote me,
    before you left the door in the morning,
    and were planning on returning,
    knowing those words meant nothing any more,
    empty words; empty promises,
    I sit here and falsely convince myself theres hope,
    reading that last sentence over and over and over again,
    I wish it were still true,
    My babydoll, my angel; I love you with all my heart.
    I know those words are now for someone else,
    someone else who could never understand those words on the levels i did.
    I do, I did, I want to still,
    I will always love you,
    even if you will never love me too,
    because now the only note that the words are for me,
    were the ones of the note you left when you knew you were never coming back,
    'It's just not the same anymore, I'm sorry. Goodbye'.
    That last note I only read once but the words still ring clear in my ears.
    So farewell, not my, sweet prince, so long.