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.*