You know, I can't remember the last time we kissed because I never thought it would be our last.

Because when her mind gave up on you,
her heart was what kept her alive.

-A piece of my short poem "Her heart"

She'll say she loves you, as if it's the last thing she'll ever say.
She'll say she loves you, when she knows all the feelings have fade away.

Feelings feelings, colourbright.
Please make me feel like I don't need to hide...

'Cause if everything in love would be easy, I guess it would be less magical.

I don't want to forget, but it's just too hard on me
to keep remembering everything we had.

I laugh about the past...
but secretly I wish I could go back.

He reached for her hand.
"I don't want to lose you."
His voice was almost in a whisper.
She could feel the tears again,
& she fought them back.
"But you don't want to keep me either, do you?"

I thought he stole my heart.
In reality, all he stole was my time.

I miss those days when good-bye only meant until tomorrow.