Ten tall trees
Surrounding the stony path.
Nine familiar faces
Onlooking the happenings.
Eight rough rocks
Lining the rugged road.
Seven small points of nature's creation,
Frogs and dogs and birds and logs.
Six strong scents
That nature breathes.
Five fingers
Fumbling to find safety.
Four stable wheels
Lying under the board.
Three friendly hands for confident comfort
Deceitful yet calm.
Two arms for balance
A lonely truth of real care.
One blue bruise
From the lies of onlookers and the deceit of a skateboard.

Blue braces
Fast paces
New faces
Mind races
Dark places
Cold spaces
Hard embraces
No traces.

Sometimes you do not
Need to 'look' or 'be good' but
Simply look and be.

Hello again Fly,
It's nice to see you so soon,
I hope you're happy.

I too am happy,
I see you're alone this time,
Is there something wrong?

No, I understand.
We don't need company to
Allow us to be.

Content.
Happy.
Sad.

How you feel is based
On what you have done for you
Isn't that right, Fly?

Penny was born on a cold Christmas eve,
Her dad then decided it was time to leave.
She grew up with just a mother,
But always longed for a brother.

She moved out at 18 to a flat by herself,
With just enough space for one book on her shelf.
So life passed her by in a lonely haze,
But that changed at the park, when he caught her gaze.

From across the lawn he mouthed her the words
"Wait for me there"
She sat on the bench, patient and fair.
So he ran round the park and fell at her side and said,
"I don't know your name but I want to be true,
My name is Tom and I'd like to know you"

And then just like that she moved in with him,
It came easily to them like ducks learning to swim.
And ten months in she knew it was right,
And these were the words she shared with him that night:

"I'll wait for you there,
In front of our families and all of our friends I promise,
I'll wait for you there,
On our wedding day, please, Thomas?"

She knew it was crazy to think about it,
But the news that followed would scare him a bit.
She followed her proposal with tears in her eyes,
"I'm pregnant and even I am surprised."

The child grew up with a father and mother,
And she vowed she would get him a little brother.
They played in the street, until someone would fall,
She stuck to her promises and always delivered,
Then one day Tom answered his call,
And then she received an email, and shivered.

"As I walk in the door I know something is wrong,
And I fear that I won't be living for long.
There's a man up above who is calling my name,
So listen to the next few words, please Penny, I'll explain.

"I'll wait for you there,
I'm sorry I had to part you this way but please just know that,
I'll wait for you there.
There'll be a place for you right next to my bed,
And don't let your feelings go straight to your head,
I love you so much and my feelings are bare, so one last time,
I'll wait for you there"

Years have gone by now and Penny lives alone,
Every time she moves she let's out a groan.
She can't move her head or stand up or bend,
She knows her time is coming to an end.

In the hospital bed, her eyes shut tight,
She whispers
"It's okay, I'll be with you tonight."
And just like that as quick as a flash,
She was gone.
Holding a note left from Tom.

"I'll wait for you there,
When you're happy and ready to leave this world, I promise,
I'll wait for you there.
When your feet fail you and you struggle to move,
Just hold on because,
I'll wait for you there."

When did darkness become negative?
It's the light that blinds.

Jessie is seventeen.
She's still in school.
Her prospects are good, her future looks bright.
She likes to act cool,
As long as she deceives her feelings inside.

Jessie is seventeen.
She makes music.
It takes the strain of the words she's victim of.
She writes about conflict,
To try to make her life imaginary, her life without love.

Jessie is seventeen.
She sits at her piano.
Moving her hands along the ivory keys, keeping inspired.
She sometimes draws an arrow,
Allowing her fingers to slice and cut on the wire.

Jessie is seventeen.
She likes the smell of home baking.
If you cut your grass, she compliments the fresh scent.
She finds perfumes totally breathtaking,
When eating oranges, she takes in the aroma of each segment.

Jessie is seventeen.
She has sensitive teeth.
Ice cream is too cold, it sends up a pain.
She worries about what lies beneath,
And prefers it if the taste isn't too plain.

Jessie is seventeen.
She sees a lot.
For someone so young, she's been witness to much.
She got herself caught on a dodgy plot,
And uses her body, for her mind, as a crutch.

Jessie was seventeen.
She wanted to learn.
Her prospects were good, her future is bright.
Jessie was cool.
She managed to decieve her feeling inside.

Jessie was seventeen.
She felt things inside.
Society heard her cries,
But did not listen to her when she tried.
Now Jessie has left for a better life.
Where she'll no longer need to hide.
Yes, that's right, Jessie died.

From one teenager to the world
I'd just like to say
We're not all caught up
In violence and hatred.
From one teenager, with one small voice
I'd like to shout
To let you know that
We're not all careless, or reckless.
From a single body out of the billions
I'd like to show you
That we're not all ignorant
Or small minded, unwilling to learn.

From me
I'd like to ask you
Open your eyes to us all
Not just the bad in the media.
From me
I'd like to prove to you,
We do appreciate you, we do need you
But you've made it hard for us all to communicate.
From me
I'd like to suggest
It isn't just us, it isn't just you
So why can't we all just let it be and stop being prejudice with age?

My body,
In solidarity with my brain,
Is giving up.
Shutting down.
Closing for business.
Until they cease to exist,
Far beyond a mere memory.

Close your eyes and imagine yourself falling,
Your aching bones rattle against the stone floor.

A cave on a cliff, ready to crumble.
Looking out to the sea of normality and order.
But how do you get there?

The lonely, cold cave, knowing there's more to this.
Hoping for that better life.
But how do you get there?

The deeper I wander, the darker it gets.
Losing sight of what could soon be, the water.
But how do I get there?

The middle generation, the confused generation,
A lonely generation, a hopeful generation.
I know how to get there.

Close your eyes and imagine yourself falling,
Your tired mind released into the reckless, rolling waves.

I didn't cry. I couldn't.
I thought I was being strong. Crying isn't weakness though.
I thought I was doing it for the family. I wasn't helping nor hindering anyone.
I made myself ill out of pride. You were diseased.
Cancer victims don't suffer alone. Their loved ones suffer with them.
We don't suffer with pain, no. We suffer with the anxiety of the wish for health or relief.
Never knowing what would come. Always on tenterhooks.
That's just the way life works. Until you left.
Now you've left us. To suffer without you is almost harder.
It's not the death that's tough. It's the living that comes after.
In simple terms, there are three stages. For us watching the victims.
The first. Living a nearly normal life, nothing's wrong.
The second. Accepting the cancer and learning to live with you in pain.
The third. Living without you.
Cancer is mean. Cancer is selfish.
Cancer kills without a cause. Cancer.

Rebels rise to take to the streets
With sickening thoughts of powerful cheats.
"We can show resistance to their cowardly words"
But, God forbid we offend as we curse.

Defy, refuse and disobey orders
Maybe one day we'll find ourselves in warmer waters.
Whilst the suppressed may just nauseate,
The depressed don't even have the will to debate.

The revolt may not be the action we take,
But the feelings we get from liars and fakes.
These statements suggesting the minority can overthrow
Well, they're big,but they're certainly not for show.

My stomach churns for the people on farms
Claiming that we should take up arms.
Waiting for the day the firearms cease
Though we may never face just one true peace.

You taught me to think.

To think for myself,
A search deep within.
Find my thoughts,
And make them mine.

I used to think streetlights shone on to the road,
But perspective says the road was the one shining,
Albeit under the streetlight.
Then again, sometimes the light can be blinding,
And the road shines brighter in the rain,
Imagine pathetic fallacy.

You taught me to sink.

To see how wrong I always was,
My deepest enemy is myself and not you.
You told me your thoughts
I made them mine.

That's what he said,
He ain't a liar.
Of course not, how could he be.

He swayed from the rules.
He ain't a liar.
Just a boy caught in the breeze of his blues.

He played the waiting game.
He ain't a liar.
I guess he was always after the attention.

He loved her.
He ain't a liar.
Leading the way, clearing her path.

He believed in her.
He ain't a liar.
She hoped and longed for him.

He got her killed.
He ain't a liar.
Took her straight down the path to danger.

Being with you is like choking on the harmless air we breathe,
Like seeing through the reflective glass that lines your walls.
Slowing down on an open road with the whole world just in our reach.
I don't know what I'm doing,
Or even how I'm doing it.
One day this is what I'll be missing.
Maybe not you, or us, or the things we do,
But the way I feel in this second knowing that you're happy.
I'm not the cause and I don't mind, this feeling is enough to hide the pain I'm really feeling.
A temporary solution at the least, but solution nonetheless.
You deserve more than the happiness I cannot provide you with.

Sometimes words don't fall where you want.
Sometimes words aren't there when you want.
Sometimes words don't say what you want.

Sometimes, it isn't the right time for words.
Sometimes, it isn't the right place for words.
Sometimes, you don't need to say the words.

Words are good, they can write a poem.
Words are good, they can tell a story.
But words are nothing without a purpose.
Words do nothing but fill. Fill time. Fill space. Fill silence. Fill emptiness.

Things happen that make the words not right.
Small words.
Big words.
They're not always right.
We need emptiness to fill.

It shone so brightly when you first left.
I took it as a sign, a sign that you are fine.
I guess it still makes me think of you.
It's completely irrational, I know.
Maybe that's just my way of trying to let you go.
Let you go into your new eternity.
Sometimes, when there's a rainbow,
The brightness suggests how you feel.
In fact, I think I'm looking right at you now.
And you see me, all that I am doing.
I'm making more of it than science would suggest,
But this irrational comfort is exactly that - a comfort.
A coping mechanism for life. For hope. For love.

I see the moon is reflecting on the sun's work.
It's not glowing like it usually is.
The clouds shadow any shimmer that was.
Tomorrow is almost today.
Another dalliance from you, another heartbreak.
Maybe you'll stop one day.
Maybe you won't.

The temperature rises with the sun.
It leaves a sticky sweat in the air, uncomfortable.
An undeniable blinding at first glance.
Tomorrow is today.
Things haven't changed, except the people.
Circumstances remain, as isolated as could ever be.
You just don't have the effort to care anymore. For anyone. Not even yourself.

Now in
Nature,
Numb and
Naked,
No one
Notices the
Nobility or
Native
Narcissists on their
Nail-biting
Nacreous
Narcotics, but
Never
Neglect the idea of
Naïve
Nobodies with their
Nightly
Niggles,
Nameless and
Nowhere. The
Nocturnal
Nation.
Night's
Nearing.
Nearly
Nationwide,
Nimble
­Nebulas form.
Neurotic.

A trees roots are very strong, but are only considered the strongest when the trunk is shattered.
Imagine the roots are your parents, you are the trunk.
If you get shattered and broken, your parents will remain strong. For you. To keep you growing.

Nature's great for comparisons.
I mean, imagine a cave on a cliff edge. That's anxiety. You can see it all, but you're confined. A little claustrophobic at times, right?
Not always fun.

And that cloud, I guess it's like happiness.
All at once, a little at a time, or none at all. Funny, isn't it? How something associated negatively could become positive.
Maybe it's just our outlook on life. Maybe it's what we were taught, but why can't we start thinking, learning, and growing for ourselves? Why don't we start the change?

The hair that falls so beautifully and balanced,
Perfectly placed.

Those eyes glistening like glittering glass,
Singing a million songs with just a glance.

Your lips so graceful and elegant,
Prettily poised.

But you don't see the reality of it,
Your flaws.

The hair too fluffy and light,
Poison it with paste.

Tear filled eyes shattered and broken,
The sound of pain and upset.

Lips cold and dry, barely moving,
Soulless and still.

Red lips and piercing white teeth aren't who she is.
It's a façade for the sad girl inside,
It's the hurt she's had before,
She does not mean to mislead.

Flawless skin with subtle pink cheeks isn't who she is.
It's a façade for the imperfect girl inside,
It's the wish for innocent youth,
She does not mean to mislead.

Bold eyes with the pretty colour isn't who she is.
It's a façade for all she's looked through,
It's the hope of decency,
She does not mean to mislead.

Short dress with killer heels isn't who she is.
She dresses for herself, not others.
She dresses for her confidence.
But you took that from her,
With your needs and desires.
She did not mislead, you assumed.

Without a set pace you spin around and again.
Drawing a staggered wave on the floor as you go.
Generating the power to live
And to breathe
And to move
And to be.
The power so needed long ago, make the most of it now.
Generate the love you wanted to feel.

Your pace is quickening, the world becomes a haze, darting before your eyes.
Pale fingertips reaching out to touch the thin air, slicing straight through.
Intricate patterns being formed in your hair as it struggles to keep time with your mind.
Faster still, life is a blur, trying to live with you as you leave it behind.
Falling slowly to the ground.
Heart beating faster yet not at all in one moment.
An excitement you cannot relive.
A life too lived it cannot be returned.

We can try to stand out, be the difference in the crowd.
And sure, it can work.
But we're the same in sense, in dress, and in form.
You may be better, or maybe it's me, but I could be just as good, you could too.
You have eyes to see, ears to hear. So do I.
We're not that different at all, if you really think about it.
We live, we wait, we hope for fate, dreaming of something.
But none of this matters, it's just our feigning.
We're all just sinners and liars and lovers alike.
Searching for a feeling that our own sparks can ignite.

I build up my guards to keep me safe,
Keeping secrets and love hidden away.
Waiting for the bricks to be demolished but knowing you're not far away.
My walls may be ten feet tall but your whirlwind love can break me right down.
Down to the simplest and purest of grains.
You can get under my skin, right to the core,
With the slightest touch I crumble,
With a single breath I am broken.
But once your tornado fades to a still breeze,
My walls will build up stronger and quicker than ever.
Leaving remnants of shattered stones in my heart forever.

What really is time?
If not enough for people,
Then what is time for?

From a silence to a simple buzz,
A gentle hum slowly grows.
Never a whinge or a moan,
Just a quiet conversation.
Not lonely today, a few friends join.
Moving swiftly,
Weaving around the room.
In and out, bouncing off each other,
Opportunities as open as the door.
Not worrying what others think, brave Fly.
Surrounded by predators,
Poised and ready to pounce.
Fly, you don't care?
At least you've fulfilled life.
Not fearing death, courageous Fly.
Friends always by your side,
The promises they make and never break.
Loyal company, nonidentical,
Individual and unique.
Not trying to follow suit, but be content.

Dear Fly, you remind me of me,
Happy alone, but worth more as three.

So, I wouldn't say I'm unintelligent,
Then again, I wouldn't say I'm the cleverest.
But one thing's for sure, I made a good choice.

Maybe, just maybe, mathematics isn't my strong point,
Nor science for that matter.
But I know I made a good decision.

Often I wonder why I write, and why it pleases me,
I realise it's because of you.
You were one of the best reasons I came up with.

You're a great friend,
A truly wonderful person.
And you inspire me to write and write better.

I feel safe in knowing that you won't give up on me,
Where so many others have.
I know you make my life more than it ever was before.
I know I am grateful for knowing you.

For you, a song that touches your heart.
For you, a book, a literary art.
For you, a family, gentle and kind.
For you, a friend with you on their mind.
For you, a meal fit for a king.
For you, a swan with elegant wings.
For you, a mind and body and soul.
For you, a memory to remember it all.

For you, the world full of radiant life.
For me, a sharp pain in my heart, like a knife.

Your delicate shell gently halved, not splintering in between.
That egg was your life, now you can spread your wings.
Putting it like that, it sounds nice, doesn't it?
Billy, it isn't that simple.
You'll learn, you'll fall.
You may find times where you wish for a hawk.
But I see you every morning, Billy.
Well, I did.

It's been a while, Billy.
What happened?
I went away for a bit, out of no fault but my mind.
It wasn't good.
I came to find you, but you weren't there.
Maybe you were on holiday.
But Billy, it's been a long time.
I don't know what to do anymore.

Time moves on, Billy.
There are days when I think I see you, you vanish quickly.
Those days are rare, I cherish the moments.
I think about you all the time.
The looks we shared every day.
The unfinished conversations we have.
We'll meet again, Billy.
We'll be reunited for a final eternity.

I miss you sometimes, when I can feel.
Don't forget me, Billy.
You were my true happiness, Billy.
You took that with you too.

We shared a few laughs,
That is true, but I don't know
What I feel for you.

If it's real or fake,
My mind or your deceiving,
How don't I know you?

My favourite smile,
Belongs to you, it's loving
And loyal at once.

I feel safe with you,
But are those just lies of you?
You must be deeper.

You won't let me say,
It's impossible to tell,
How do I love you?

I knew I didn't fit in.
I knew I wouldn't.
But I never though it could be like this.
I'm not me.
I find myself singing songs without their meaning.
Hearing but not listening.
Understanding but not applying.
Seeking but not feeling.
And I don't like it.
You've changed me and I have no control.
Nothing makes the same sense it once did.
How can I go back?
This change within me is confusing
Although, I guess it's slightly satisfying.
Knowing that there's nothing I can do.
Rebelling without a motive.
Following the crowd, trying to fit in.
Seeing a normality I could strive towards.
Maybe it'll become easier, I won't have to think anymore.
I'll put my faith into something bigger.
Something better.
Knowing I have something to put my faults on.
To remove my guilt and impose a new hope.
Hope for a better life.
A life where I can simply exist and be.
A life where I can escape the pain of thoughts.

Sweetly scented or prettily pigmented,
I don't mind.
But let it burn bright.

Perfectly perfumed or beautifully bland,
I don't mind.
But let the flames flicker.

Big, bold, tall, thin,
I don't mind.
A candle's a candle.

Inside or out,
I don't mind.
Let it shine like my love.

It can hurt, it can wound,
I don't mind.
I'd go through hell for you.

You were always there for me, giving me the chance to shine.
It was a personal thing, we'd always win.
But you're not here anymore, and I don't know where we're at.
My heart beats for you now.
You alone can make me want and need at once.

Each day I live for you.
Every night I love you more.
With each sunrise I still miss you.
But every sunset, I adore.

I don't want to sing, if you're not singing with me.
I don't want to dance if you're not dancing back.
I don't want to move, if you're not moving too.
I don't want to die, because I know you won't be with me.

Even if you'll be waiting, I don't want to know the truth.
But I can never be too certain, after you left this earth so still.
How I can, how I will,
Live in my world without you.
But I love you more and more.

Every moment I think.
Every tear I cry.
Every inch I move.
Every day I live.
Every hope that died.
I hope you know I did it for you.
I hope you know I do it for you.

Eyes squinting
Stopping the blinding rays
From blurring vision.
Red hot
But suffer in silence
It's a rarity.
Defend against.
Hide away from the dangers.
Pretend it isn't bad.
Listen closely
It's not that bad, they said
But the consequences thought otherwise.
It's good
To feel something that is.
Not an emptiness,
A numbness.
Or a burning pain.
A feeling.
Although
Even with this surface pain
There will always be an underlying drone.
A drone of sadness
A drone of happiness
Who knows?
But the surfacing daggers of heat
Glare through skin
To pierce the wounds within
Know more than you let on.

Has it occurred to you,
The lie in belief and believe?
The way language is formed is beautiful,
Shows straight through to you.
I believed all you had to say to me.
I believed your lie.
The one I trusted,
Weakening us. The us in trust vanished.
Like my feelings for you.
Oh, how I fell for your deceit.
Your flaws joining me on the floor, walking all over me.
And it all comes back to my belief that you could change.
You didn't.
You wouldn't.
Because you lie.

Another song
Begins to
Catch that
Dancing beat, which
Excites the minds and
Feelings of all around.

Groups and single people
Huddle around, waiting to
Ignite a battle,
Joyful and merry, they bounce
Knowing the outcome could
Limit their times together.

Many cheer,
Nobody is silent or still.
Outsiders slide around,
Prancing to get a look,
Questions are flying from all faces.

Rainfall, the
Situation becomes
Tricky.
Uninvited, the police
Visit the scene,
Wanting no need for
X-rays on attendees.
Yellowy bruises run,
Zigzagging the thrill of the chase.

I don't write for you.
Sometimes I don't even write
For me, and it hurts.

I see the leaves need raking,
But your willingness is flaking.
You wouldn't take anything I say, even advice.
I really wanted it to help, keep it concise.

It isn't fair that my heart is breaking.
I try to clear the air of the tension you're creating.
A humidity so thick no knife could slice,
Your face, like our love, as cold as ice.

In the pain of trying for you, very inch of me is aching,
I don't want to wake up shaking.
Am I just a sacrifice?
I'm just waiting for the end of this gamble. Please, roll your dice.

I'll commit myself to the present age,
And brace myself for the common range
Of emotions that I seem to face,
But day by day I just watch them fade.

I didn't think she'd love you like I would,
Now I know that you think she could
Heal your wounds as you pour out blood,
Then her love pours out just like a flood.

She loves you more than I think you know,
Maybe deep inside, but you won't show
The way you feel about her alone,
It pains me deeply almost to the bone.

The way she looked at you with eyes so warm,
The way her words can calm a storm. Perhaps I'm jealous, I don't know what for,
But there's a feeling inside that I can't ignore.

Just think of me if you're feeling let down,
You know I'll always be around.
So, with love in my heart and thoughts in my head
I know she is better for you instead.

Her skin is pale, stained with the scars,
Of a love that she never wanted to call "ours".
So frail it's as if she could easily break,
With the tiniest twitch even a smile may make.
Her delicate body is beauty to some,
But the feelings inside are nothing but numb.
Her feet cannot cope with the weight of herself,
She crumbles to the ground as her body repels.

She is lonely through the day,
Needs friends in her dreams to wash it away.
Her mother will cradle and comfort her, 'til
Her body stops shaking and the pain becomes still.
When she wakes up she will know,
That the love she imagined is just on for show.
Her eyes will not flood as her tears will be dry,
It is not possible now for her to cry.

As she walks up to the ledge,
Her fingers trembling over the edge,
She knows it's not right but it's perfect for her,
To escape now and get away from all of the hurt.
And it's burning but it's nice,
To feel a warmth deeper than cold ice.
She shudders and whispers her final "goodbye,"
Holding on 'til the moment she knows she can't fly.

She was lonely through the day,
Needed friends in her dreams to wash it away.
Her mother would cradle and comfort her, 'til
Her body stopped shaking and the pain became still.
When she woke up she would know,
That the love she imagined was just on for show.
Her eyes would not flood as her tears would be dry,
It is not possible now for her to cry.

We're all just stars
Waiting for the moment we can truly explode
Waiting for the moment we can quietly fade away
Coloured by the numbness of living
And the coldness that death brings
Dully stinging our minds
Shaping our flesh and bones
Into something so strong
Yet so weak without a cause
No reason for hope
No reason for satisfaction
Because we're all just cold, lonely, numb stars in the vastest universe imaginable
With no real capacity to leave

My mind's a Tetris I can't solve.
Puzzle pieces with no straight edges.
Always a vowel short on the Scrabble board.
Three in a row when all I need is four.

I am cold,
Or maybe just hollow.
But I can feel the change as the duvet smothers my shell.
My external is warm but still
I am cold.

Watching the sun rise through salty, stained glasses.
I laugh with a cider smile as my heart forms ***** tears.
This is a pain that knows nothing of its root.
A blank smile.

There is a weight on my chest.
Or not, maybe I'm pushing out.
I'm not me, you see.
Well, obviously I am but the real me is safe,
The real me is secure and organised and knows what's happening.
But the now me doesn't know,
And the real me has no control.

I am a self confessed mess,
So please wait this out with me.
One day maybe I'll be good again
But for now,
I am a self confessed mess.

As countless bruises
Devour each finger,
Girls helplessly invest,
Joking knowingly, laughing.
Murderous noises of
People queuing restlessly.
Stomachs turning, unstoppable.
Violently wailing xenophobes,
Yelling zealously.

You mean you're just going to leave me?
After all we've been through
You're going to give up like that?
Please, keep trying, for me.
I know it's hard but I don't want to lose you.
Stay with us, we'll keep you safe.
We need you more than you know
More than we know.
Don't just let it take you
Please, fight for this, for us.
I see you're letting go of the pain
The endless suffering
But what about me?
What about us?
What about you?

I guess that's it then.
No more you.
I believed in you
In your strength and beauty.
I won't ever let you go.
I can't ever let you go.
You've made it hard for me.
But out of love I will continue
For you.
Letting go is harder than it sounds.
I don't want to
But I must if I'm going to clear my mind.

So here's to you, you inspired us all
To become what we want, and we won't ever fall
Through good and bad
You made us glad
To feel loved and wanted
And never haunted
You comforted us
The greatest there ever was.

And here's to never letting go.

Lightning strikes silently strobe
Until the raindrops rave on the rooftops
And the thunder produces it's thick deep rumble.
The size of the world increases and suddenly you're left, a new perspective developing.
You've survived the lifetime of a million tears and clouds.
A thousand worlds, starting and ending in your presence.
The world shrinks again.
Back to a human reality with questions beyond knowing.
Goodbye storm, til tomorrow's darkness where you'll strike again.

Looking back we were the real team.
Those memories that we created and dwelled on.
We weren't like the others, we were genuine.
We were forever.
I remember, don't you?

The times you didn't know what to do,
We watched the minutes pass by.
Together.
Nobody could stop us.
We were unlimited.
I remember, do you?

Now I realise we were just liars.
We were never going to make it last.
It would be uncanny to think of it like that.
We drifted, unplanned.
What we had was unique.
It's left me with an indescribable feeling.
Loss, loneliness, happiness.
I remember, I wonder if you do too.

I don't quite know how
You manage to make me feel
As loved as you do.

The bread tastes drier without you,
The birds have stopped singing.
The sky is a dull shade of blue,
The wind pushing the branches to swinging.

The sun is shining brighter than before,
The colourful flowers blooming.
The thought of it being you I just can't ignore,
Your never-ending love is completely consuming.

So tell me once again,
Why is it that we love,
Yet refuse to receive
The love that we deserve?

From our inner feelings
To our outer beings
A love should not have to
Search deep for revealing.

If in doubt about why
You are deserving of
Friends appreciation
Just look inside your heart.

You are special
You deserve
All the love
That you get.