When everything was said and done,
I bid her goodbye.
Not that I wanted to...
Not that I am sure if she wanted to...
But are we not suppose to hold on?
Hold on or let go...
Let go of what couldn't be, and maybe
Hold on...
Hold on to the memories.
My almost lover.
When everything was said and done,
I walk upto her...
One last time... One last hug
Or maybe, not the last for me
Will I just be a memory to her?
Will I be part of her sunny days?
Sunny or not, some days maybe...
But why does this heart of mine,
Still holds on?
