Promise me this one thing…
When the end is close, and there is barely enough of me left to hold on,
find your way back to me.
Not to stay —
just long enough for my heart to remember
what it felt like to be whole,
before it finally says goodbye.
Promise me this one thing…
When the end is close, and there is barely enough of me left to hold on,
find your way back to me.
Not to stay —
just long enough for my heart to remember
what it felt like to be whole,
before it finally says goodbye.
