you said you'd be here forever.
you said you'd never let me go.
you said you will always love me.

well it's been a year and you're not here.
it's been a year and you have let me go.
it's been a year and you don't love me.

forever means however long I want to stay in your life.
I'll never let you go means I'll keep you until I find some one better.
always means temporarily
and I love you means nothing.

If you read these words and they are my last
please remember all the poems, that have come to pass
remember each smile, each tear and each word
and even remember the ones you heard
what a way to end it all
what a way for the mighty to fall.
Goodbye dear poetry, goodbye my life
and most importantly goodbye strife.

The only forever I've got from you was goodbye
But thank you still for being part of my life
even if it was just for a short while

Within my poetry my words are elegant
but talking to you it becomes evident
that you make my words a savage mess
I keep saying the wrong things I guess
I don't mean to hurt, to mess up, to annoy,
my once strengthening words now seem to destroy
but I swear my intentions were the best
I really do care, you're different to the rest
Around you my words seem to fail
but I still hope our friendship prevails

I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one
Oh we kissed and we laughed and we had so much fun.
I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one
Little did I know that I'd one day call you the one.
I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one
I didn't expect you to become my light, my life, my sun.
I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one
and I miss you now, that all's said and done
Because I remember walking with you, a year ago, on a night much like this one

Sometimes we're too much,
and not enough,
for people who are everything,
and nothing at all.

The fire burns, life-giving and warm
But I prefer the all destroying storm.
Sure fire reveals with a burning red light,
but all is hidden by a stormy grey night.
Fire breaths light into a lifeless earth
and people crowd round a nice warm hearth,
but the storm covers the tracks left in the snow
and leaves the wolf cub free to go.