I loved feeling your skin.
I loved holding you close to me,
I cried when it came to an end.
If God made love,
and made it true.
Then why does he allow heartbreak,
and make us feel blue.
I see you everyday,
with your beautiful face.
I try to smile and play it off,
but I die standing their in my place.
I remember when I held you close,
so close I could feel you breathing.
But now I cant hold you close,
and my heart is torn out, bleeding.
My life is nothing,
nothing without you.
All of our memories,
is all I hold onto.
