Look no further
We won't be seeing each other in the future
Soon you'll forget the name of my mother
And I'll lose the memory of being your soother
Hands might mingle
But hearts remain single
It was deeper than your dimples
Yet we itch for nothing but being simple
Is it meant to be?
Perhaps if it's not too hazy
Or if we learn to stop being greedy
It is not,
maybe.
