I do not have a happily ever after.
I have traded it for a song.
A song of longings,
Of yearnings,
Of forbidden love,
Of broken hearts,
Of twilight dreams.
But the last verse
is drawing close.
Soon there will be no song
And you, who sings it,
will be forever gone.
Before the last notes fade,
I will say my goodbyes
and with one last look at you
I choose to close my eyes.