As the sun rises and softly fades down, We moved away to a different town. Well, it has been a sad, beautiful tragic, When our love was a fleeting, beautiful magic.
Your long, handwritten note became old, Time and place is another thing we can't hold. Those three small words, once so profound, Mean nothing now, with love unbound.
As time passed by, you seemed to forget To get me back until I'm left bereft. Those promises we swore would last, Shattered like glass—too fragile to grasp.