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.