Sep 14, 2010 17:24
If I don't make you smile, then why am I here?
Do you no longer need to call my name?
I can't hold on to what has disappeared
Could you not kiss what I became?
Please
Smile for me as if it was your last
Call me as if I had said goodbye
Hold me as if I were made of glass
Kiss me as if I were about to die.
muse