Goodnight my dear, I hope it's great,
better than, those as of late,
I hope you sleep and dream so fine,
even though I can't finish this next line.

I'm in the mood to a write a poem,
give me ideas and to you I'll show 'em,
in the form of rhymes or some special prose,
romantic, sad, cute, or any of those.

I'm the mood to show some more,
but I can't show the ones, about the girl I adore.

I'm the person they all come to, when they need a helping hand,
and I'm happy that's the role I play, though it's not the one I planned.
Yet who can I go to, when I'm the one that's breaking?
When my mind's a mess, and my heart just keeps on aching.
Perhaps I should just sit here, shaking all alone,
pretending I am doing just fine, wearing a mask of stone.

There no way to win, a war you're not waging,
so I'll channel this fire, that inside me is raging.
Yet I won't let it change me, my honour I'll uphold,
and let never be said, when my story is told,
that I did the wrong thing, to fulfill my desire,
even if saying I got it, would make me a liar.

I remember all the days on which I used to let you know,
how much you mean to me and how I'll always love you so.
But you deleted all the messages and burned the poems away,
for every moment we were in love you've forgotten that whole day.
But I remember what you wore when I pinned you on the sand,
I remember how you joked I kissed away that burn that scarred your hand,
and I remember those white zip earrings, from that perfect, perfect day,
every moment of you and I, in my mind will always stay.

I say goodnight to the moon and goodnight to each star,
and goodnight my angel though from me she's so far.
I hope she's slept soundly, each night since she fell,
my every night is so perfect, for in my dreams she does dwell.
But not in my waking, for she's found happiness elsewhere,
yet I really do hope she still know's that I care.
I hope tomorrow treats her, to all the good that can be,
and in her dreams she does smile, so happy, and free.