That last hug, should have grabbed you without fear.
I swore over and over that I would
not let you go. Once more, you disappear.
All I can do is sit and watch as you
drift away, floating ever farther from
me. It got better, when a kiss you blew.
You looked back, and my heart beat like a drum.
I need to find some way to keep you here
and stop you from saying goodbye, you see.
I want you to stay and always be near.
I think I'll get rope and tie you to me.
Rope sounds like a good solution.
We're this close...start the French Revolution!