days before you leave

Let's dance to the bossas, dim night
wrap it around our memories, the portuguese
sing along our goodbyes
enchanted lights

Let's see the roads, struggle right
ever wonder what's beyond the heavy dicties
start our endless world
of together apart,
get lost, am in your heart

Buble can't stop singing my pain
I can't stop crying
He said we're not lost
but the bossas, again, and the arpeggios, and
the places, and the late-night calls, and
the trip round town, and the 2005 play, and
the songs we sing, and the fights we've been, and
the dozens of movies we watched, and the
hundreds of hugs, and the thousands of kisses,
and the millions of curves

out of everything you, me
we then count to three
and dance eternally



*To My Forever Best Friend..