Let It Be

Someday, You will be gone, Maybe on a Sunday, It feels like your mind is some what withdrawn, From me, From you, But you never let that one be, You never let that withdrew, Do you ever seem to be loveable? Do I look like the kind of person to mess up? With choosing you? With unleashing morning's dew? Your feet dash quickly, Towards the country club. The floor, So slippery, I almost tripped in the door, Trying to reach out to you, Who withdrew, Who ran in morning's due, But to you, Love is there, The attraction so fierce, It pierces me, Who let's be, Someday, You will be gone, Maybe on a Sunday, It feels like maybe I'm withdrawn, From this world, Who tares at me, who never lets it be, But to me, You are and always will be, With Me.