8 May 2012
A smile that lingers, Apprehension in its curl. Our embrace a little stronger now, Tighter Shallow attempts To say what we won't.
I hate to stay too long I hate to leave too soon I hate to think, when all is said and done, Whether I shall be missed, At all.
I will leave all of this behind, But I, at least, Will remember what it has been to me.
Sad, isnt it? Trying to soak up every last wonderful drop of this place Before I go.
Leaving Home • Opuss № I