don't make me say goodbye.

Some days I just want to get rid of it.
Get it all over and sell.
But then I look at the trees, listen to the silence, and watch the ducks swimming in the pond in front of the green fields
And I don’t ever want to leave.

My heart weeps at the thought of never coming back
I’ve had enough holes in my heart
Let’s not make one that will take years and years to heal.