Forget her, heart, forget her smile
Forget her face that went a thousand miles
Forget her touch that made you soar...
Forget her voice, and yes, much more...
Remind yourself not, of those moments of sincerity
those promises of living and leaving eternity
Cloud not your thoughts, and dream not of her
She will never come back, not now, not never.
Then rest, breathe, collect, restore
Each step you take, will be one step more
and though today and tonight is dark and bleak
remember thy strength, forget that thou est are weak.
Yes knives and knaves have filled thy space
so thou must re-fill it with the warmest of embrace
So remind thyself not, and by this I mean true...
Forget her... cause she has forgotten you.
*The first 2 lines and the last line was written when I was 12 years old. I forgot the rest of the poem but I felt that it was a good thing to refurbish. So there, my new "old" poem.*