The Last Goodbye Poem by Mila Bell

Waving to say goodbye
But words can't come out of my mouth
Wearing this pretty dress that you've bought me
I'm standing there, on a bridge of last hope
Which eventually fall down,
When army of new attempts march on it
Falling in the arms of sadness,
The only home - I can call - since you left
Driving into the madness,
To give you the harms which I left for you to take

And pretty bird
won't sing her song
Once again I'm calling home
But forget that you're not there
And I'm crying in a telephone booth to forget
About dreams and hopes that we had,
The plans that we made for that evening,
And your dimples, and arms, and goodbyes you said -
Cause that was the last one
And nothing matters anymore,
Since you left