Because there aren't any words any more, not for you and not from me Because I don't feel a thing any more, and it's no-one's fault you see But actually I tell a lie, because these words will never end But what's changing now, is the person to whom I'll send, each long winded poem and handwritten note each perfect kiss and each misused quote. Just a glimpse, from afar of a perfect shinning star and now my heart, it starts to sing these poems in my ears they ring. Of love, of life, of hate, of war passion, triumph and so much more, and to think I thought these words were gone, thankfully I'll keep going on till I draw my final breath writing poems unto my death.