Cheers To The End. Poem by Magnus Indomina

This must be the end of the line.
Where all things die and ends in time.
This maybe the farewell, I dreaded even in the beginning.
But who am I to stop what is to come, a moment of us, I am thinking.

Maybe I am too naive and quick to love.
that even the small actions you do, I shove and put above.
That moment when we touch our hands, blissful and sweet.
Although, I am a scoundrel, for that moment, I am a cheat.

Things have never been the same after that fateful day.
I have been captured, and taken hostage of you, I adore you, I say.
Now, with every picture I stare at your face.
Trying to memorize the details of your gorgeous smile, oh such grace.

But this is farewell, I am trapped for another.
It will not be fair for you and for the other.
With this final goodbye, I want to feel you hands, touch your lips, and paint you a picture of words.
But time has come, the end is nigh. With one final goodbye; I long for you, farewell.