Rumple's p.o.v
I have been living my life backwards for so long that I forgot to remember you don't belong to me.
Made to be lower than the angels, you were never so strong.
You don't belong to me.
You were right along while I was wrong.
You leave me behind in a very delicate state.
I find it hard to appreciate the beauty surrounding me for all I know is hate.
Your fate, a swansong escapes from my lips.
I pity you and yet I know you are somewhere safe.
Bountiful, serenity is yours to cherish and keep forever in this city of gold, a world of childish fragile things.
My sweet little dove, I love you enough to let go.