The last time I held you, it was on a Friday night.
Everything seems so beautiful.
Everything seemed so right.
The last time I held you, and you laid there close to me,
There’s no way that I could ever know
That this night was going to be
The last time I held you.
The last time I saw you and that smile upon your face,
Being right there with you that night,
I knew was the perfect place.
The last time I saw you, I knew I was going to fall,
And even though it has been some time,
You know I can still recall
The last time I saw you.
Somehow that night I thought you’d be with me forever.
I told myself there’d be a day
When you and I would finally spend our lives together.
Instead, we went our separate ways.
The last time I kissed you, and I felt your lips on mine,
Sweeter than anything I’ve known,
Much sweeter than any wine.
The last time I kissed you, I thought that you were the one.
How could I ever see it then?
The ending had just begun
The last time I kissed you.
March 30, 2008
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