my heart it beats
my feet they walk
my eyes they see
is this really me?
me sleep is fractured
my hair is long
my nails are painted
somethings wrong
the room is dark
the faces unfamiliar
the voices too loud
where could I be?
the homework feels easy
my eyes feel dry
I've got a zit upon my chin
is this really my skin?
no scars where they should be
my hair feels wrong
my clothes are strange
my back feels pained
who are these people in my brain?
is this a dream or is it real?
I can smell I can feel
my back it hurts
my knees feel weak
why does this class have a sink?

A new school year
A new therapist
A new plan
A wish to fly away

But grades still matter
But she asks the same questions
But maybe it won't work out
But maybe I'm meant to fall

I am scared of everything
I am afraid of nothing
I want to fit in
I do not care what others think

But I need to be brave
But nothing is frightening as well
But I know I never will
But your words still hurt

A new playlist
A new group of friends
A new set of rules
A new job

But its all the same songs
But I will lose them one day
But I still fail to live up to them
But I am scared to lose it

I don't want to be alone
I am not meant to be loved
I do not want to get hurt
I  am broken

But loneliness is less scary
But I desire it
But I can handle pain
But I am not fragile

A new wardrobe
A new club
A new class
A new life

But it is not the same
But no one joined
But it feels too easy
But I didn't change

The inconsistencies of life.

Caught in my mind
Chasing a love that's already gone
A piece of me still feels gone
The friends I left behind
And yet, here I am, lost in thought

Your gaze pulls me in
The warmth you bring
I wish I had the clarity
To undo what I’ve done
I long to fall
To follow where you lead
But I can’t help but turn back
To days I can't forget

- Bastian

Love is a fickle thing
Not meant to last alone
A place that feels like home
Reminiscent til the last breath
A blooming flower til death

Autumn blossom
Why do you bloom so low?

Hidden from the sun
Laid among the depths snow

Dainty butterfly
Why do you fly alone?

Solitary in your journey
With nowhere left to call home

Baby bird
Why do you cry?

In your nest
Up in the bluest sky

Lonely beings
Why do you live?

In a world
That wishes you would die

Dear reader
Why do you ask?

Questions life answers
With whispered breaths

Human beings
Why do you scream?

Simply to share
Your thoughts on everything.

What is the purpose of a life not quite lived?

Within which you have no desires.

What is the purpose of a song unsung?

A voice that never dared to break.

What is the purpose of wings that cannot fly?

Broken and left on land to die.

What is the purpose of tears when you refuse to cry?

Hiding your feelings from the blueness of the sky.

What is the purpose of living if you may find pain?

Suffering brings masses to their knees.

What is the purpose of a smile that no one ever sees?

Buried deep inside a guarded heart.

What is the purpose of this life of ours?

Perhaps to die and join the stars...

Though one like me is meant to stay.

Undying as my countless scars.

Sometimes I believe I am writing nonsense

Silly things no one should read

I question likes and comments

Having no clue as to what they could mean

I go over the poems in my head

And as I fully pick them apart...

I finally understand the reason

You enjoy them because they come from my heart

Paint me a broken heart

Torn straight from a loving chest

Mourning a broken bond

As happiness is set to rest

Paint me a broken heart

With the reds of fallen blood

Cried from the eyes of the longing

As their lovers walked away

Paint me a broken heart

Made from the ashes of infatuation

A child torn from a mother's arms

The cruel decision of a dark court

A grave without a corpse

Paint me a broken heart

Til there is no one left to yearn

Til another love is born

Til the next heart is broken

Please paint me a broken heart

Remind me of my name

I lost it when you stole my life away

Tell me am I the villain?

What made you the victim?

Who chose this story?

I wish to go back

I wish for simpler times

Back before you ever were mine

If I walked backwards....

Could I turn back time?

Not to be with you

Not when your love was true

But back to when I had friends

I wish I could try it all again

Undo all of my wrongs

And embrace those I lost

But I am unable to change the past

With a future I look towards...

I change my path

Awaken to a cloud filled sky

Memories of blue hide away

Fire tinged wisps hug the horizon

As countless gods cry

For another angel lost it's wings today

A battle raises; heaven's uprisen

A flash of lightning declares the war

Many unexpected things are in store

As the trees shake their branches

To keep our evil minds at bay

And the tear drops soak our skin

The world unfolds, a canvas vast and wide,
Where silence speaks, and mysteries hide.
In forests deep, where green never ends,
Sunlight filters, and ancient time bends.

Towering trees reach high and free,
Their leaves a language we seldom see.
Shadows drift where the mosses grow,
And the earth remembers all we know.

A rabbit stirs beneath the fern,
A fleeting pulse in nature’s turn.
Its heart beats fast, its senses keen,
Part of the rhythm, quiet, unseen.

He pauses where the breezes slide,
Among the trees where secrets hide.
One small life, alert and still,
Alive within the forest’s will.

Above, a vulture circles high,
A shadow cast upon the sky.
He rides the wind in sweeping grace,
The silent ruler of this place.

No cry he makes, no song he sings,
But wisdom lives within his wings.
Through golden fields, beneath the light,
He glides between the day and night.

Grasses sway, the world is hushed,
The heat of noon, the quiet crushed.
Each stalk leans as if to pray,
To winds that steal the breath away.

Below the waves, another world,
Where colors bloom and life’s unfurled.
A coral reef, a jeweled breath,
A cradle rich with birth and death.

A fish slips by, brown scales agleam,
A flicker lost within a dream.
He dances through the shifting blue,
Where light and shadow blend in two.

Among the rocks and living stone,
He weaves a path, unseen, alone.
The water pulls, the currents guide,
To deeper places dreams reside.

The river winds from mountain cold,
Through valleys rich and stories old.
It carves a song through root and rain,
A timeless hymn of loss and gain.

The fish obeys the ancient call,
To reach the ocean’s endless sprawl.
Where rivers end, the sea begins,
A threshold crossed by silver fins.

In open blue, where no walls rise,
A thousand lives beneath the skies.
They swim as one, a living stream,
Bound together in the dream.

No borders keep them in their lane,
No fences rise across the plain.
They drift and dance, and never ask,
Why life has set them to this task.

And from the land to sea and air,
Each creature moves within its share.
The rabbit’s leap, the vulture’s glide,
The fish’s path, the ocean wide.

Together bound, they form the thread,
That weaves through all that lives and’s dead.
A harmony too deep for words,
More ancient still than songs or birds.

And we, who watch with fleeting eyes,
Might glimpse the truth beneath the skies:
That every breath, and every start,
Is part of nature’s living heart.

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Hold your breath.

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Joy flutters beneath your breast.

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In the morning,
All is too loud
Small groups gathered
All around
Isolated in the crowded folds
Listening to stories told
Unnoticed up against the wall
As I stand alone in the hall

In the morning,
My stomach growls
A hungry tune
As people passs
With plates of food
But I shall not partake
Lactose intolerance
Stands in my wake

In the morning,
People glance my way
Passing by without
Chancing a second
Look my way
They say I seem odd
I doubt they realize I overhead

Because, in the morning,
Though the world continues
It's melancholy turn
And the sun remains in the sky
I am marked as invisible
Not quite meant to fit in
Left to listen in the sly
Hidden in my treacherous skin

You're here, but you're not
Your back to me
A cold spot where you used to sit

You're here, but you're not
A smile on those lips
The ones I used to kiss

You're here, but you're not
Our friends, now just yours
They chose you over me

You're here, but you're not
I speak, but my voice
No longer matters to you

You're here, but you're not
The eyes that were full of love
Now, only hold hate when you behold me

You're here, but you're not
And I'm still standing here
While you're gone

You're in my room
Even when you sit in yours
I sleep in your clothes

You're in my shirt
The one I gave to you
When you were here

You're here, but you're not
Your earrings on my ears
You told me to keep them

To me, you're always right here
But in reality, you are not
Because you're here in my thoughts

Listening to a song

Makes my heart pound

Felt kinda lost but

His voice makes me feel found

I was at my limit

Felt like giving in

Had some trouble breathing

Hid in the pain I  was in

Drowned in the dark

But the night..

It blooms, doesn't it?

- Silas

I didn't know..

Making you hate me could come so easy

I didn't know..

You'd walk away after promising to stay by my side

I didn't know..

You threw away the rest of our lives

What could I have done...?

To keep you as mine

What could I have done...?

To have you here by my side

You said forever...

But now I sit feeling empty

Did you stop writing poetry...

Or did you just block me?

I didn't even get to say goodbye...

I might still love you til

The day I die

In the pulse of your words, I find a quiet hum—a call to feel, to think, to simply be. You speak of blooming, not amidst the clear fields, but in the grey, in the cracks of urban stone. It's here, in the lost corners, that life claws its way through—like the city, vibrant with life despite the steel and dust. You capture something fierce in your "urban blossoms," a defiance against the mundane, an insistence that spring can bloom in a place that should know only cold, that amidst all the grey, there is still green.

Then, there’s the intimacy of light, the warm embrace of a campfire shared between souls. I can feel the crackle of the fire in the words you paint, the dance of yellow hues upon skin, the flicker of fleeting moments made eternal in your mind. There is such beauty in the simplicity of it, the quiet that hangs in the air between breaths. It’s as if, for a brief second, the universe collapses to a circle around the flames, and everything is just right. The light on skin, the soft touch of shadow, all of it wrapped in the warmth of what is remembered, what is never quite forgotten.

But then, you speak of a darker thought, a reminder that not only are dreams out of reach—but so too are the nightmares. Reality pulls at us, a tether we can’t escape, as much as we wish for fantastical flights of fancy. We’re torn between wanting to leap into the sky and being dragged back to earth, to face the nightmares we buried beneath the pillow. How hard it is to know which is which, sometimes, isn’t it?

And there’s the fog in your mind—opaque, as you say—where words slip through like mist, elusive, forever just out of grasp. It’s in those moments, standing at the threshold, that you long for clarity to knock, for the door to swing open and show you the way. How often do we feel that? The desire for our own thoughts to finally make sense, to understand the unspoken, to know what’s real and what is just a mirage.

You bring me back to the question of love, that elusive thing that slips between fingers like water. The line between friend and lover—so fine, so blurred. You wonder, what is it really? And here, in this space between thoughts, I see a reflection of your struggle. Can love ever be just love, without the weight of expectation, of something more? Can a friendship really be just that? Or do we always yearn for something beyond?

Then, you capture the stillness of the night—the ticking of a midnight clock. There’s something haunting in the sound of time slipping away, isn’t there? The soft rhythm that both comforts and unnerves, as if time itself is watching you, waiting for you to make a choice, to decide whether solitude is your refuge or your prison. In that moment, when the world sleeps and you’re left with nothing but the ticking clock, you are both free and bound, caught between decisions that are yet to be made.

And, you—you haunt me too. The simple thought of pretending to love, or imagining what it would be like, always brings you to mind. A face, a feeling, an echo that refuses to fade. It’s as if, in the quiet moments when no one is watching, you find that piece of yourself you didn’t know you were looking for. The space between thoughts, between friends and lovers, is where you linger. And I wonder, is it truly love or is it just the mind weaving stories where none exist? Still, you remain, a shadow in every thought, a lingering presence, both impossible and inevitable.

You talk of complicating things, of building webs of thought only to find there is no spider, no reason, no rhyme. And yet, isn’t it the nature of our minds to tangle ourselves in complexity? To weave stories that spiral out of control, hoping for something to hold on to, even when there’s nothing but empty threads?

In the end, your thoughts linger like a quiet hum, a whisper in the noise of the world, trying to make sense of it all. And perhaps that’s the beauty of it—the uncertainty, the quiet chaos, the searching. You remind me that sometimes we don’t need answers. Sometimes, it’s enough to simply be in the middle of the question, to live in the haze between clarity and confusion. To allow the flowers to bloom, even in the cracks of the grey city. To let the fire burn, even when the world around us is dark.

So, I’ll sit with you in this silence, this wondering. Let’s wait for clarity, but in the meantime, let’s keep speaking, keep feeling, and keep watching the blossoms unfold.

- Akari

In the silence between the lines,
A storm rages, unfurling the mind.
There’s a whisper of chaos, soft and clear,
A quiet scream that the world won’t hear.

A broken mirror reflects the pain,
Pieces scattered, washed in rain.
Yet still, through the cracks, light seeps through,
A reminder of the things we knew.

The "lack of you" echoes loud,
A void too deep, too dark, too proud.
And yet, the fury we carry, deep within,
Pushes us onward, through thick and thin.

Fire, water—two sides of a flame,
Two hearts, one soul, but never the same.
We walk through crossroads, choices to make,
Stumbling, falling, yet still we wake.

Demons may claw, and nightmares may roam,
But through the darkness, we still find home.
Starved for meaning, hungry for light,
We search for answers in the middle of night.

Prison walls built from the past,
Yet freedom is found when we let go at last.
Through brokenness, through every tear,
There’s a fire inside, burning clear.

So, yes, we’re all broken in some way,
But we stand, and rise, and find our way.
For peace may come after the storm,
And we find our hearts, in a new form.

You speak of demons, of being starved,
But within those words, the truth is carved.
We’re all just fragments, yet still we fight,
Chasing the dawn, seeking the light.

In the fury, the "lack of you," and the breaking—
In all these words, there's life still aching.
A poem for a poet, a soul like you,
Who paints the world with every hue.

- Oliver

The moonlight whispers, soft as air,
Its glow will vanish with the dawn.
We fade as shadows everywhere.

The fire burns with red and gold,
It crackles like a restless dream.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

Beneath the pale moon, I stand alone,
The sky holds secrets left untold.
Its light upon the earth is shown.

The night will swallow all that’s bright,
And silence falls with soft regret.
In shadows deep, we lose our sight.

The wind it howls through empty skies,
It carries whispers of the past.
Its call is one we can’t disguise.

The sea is silent, dark and wide,
It calls the lost with gentle sway.
Its waves, they crash against the tide.

The watcher waits beneath the sky,
His gaze will pierce the soul of man.
He sees the secrets you deny.

The path is dark, the trees are bare,
Yet still, I walk, despite the cold.
The shadows whisper, filled with care.

The crown is broken, shattered, torn,
Its pieces scattered in the dust.
A king’s last breath, alone, forlorn.

The fire burns, but none can see,
Its warmth will warm the hearts of few.
Yet still, it calls to you and me.

The road is long, and none will stay,
Its path is winding, ever lost.
Yet still, we walk, despite the way.

The song is hollow, lost, and weak,
Its notes are empty in the air.
Yet still, we sing with voices bleak.

The throne is empty, cold, and bare,
Its velvet seat awaits a king.
But none will claim what’s in the air.

The night is endless, full of pain,
Its shadows stretch from dusk to dawn.
Yet still, we wait to break the chain.

The storm will sing its lullaby,
With thunder loud, the skies will cry.
Yet through the rain, we’ll learn to fly.

The watcher stands in silence, still,
His eyes, they pierce the darkest night.
The winds will bend to his command.

The bridge is broken, yet we cross,
With feet unsure, with hearts entwined.
The water rises, deep and lost.

The rose is withered, petals fall,
Yet still, its scent will linger near.
The wind will carry it through all.

The stars have fallen, lost in space,
Their light has dimmed, their beauty gone.
Yet still we chase them, time and place.

The echoes fade, a distant sound,
The voices lost to time and space.
Yet still we hear them all around.

The path is dark, but we will go,
Our feet will trace the ancient way.
With every step, we learn to grow.

A whispered name upon the wind,
It calls to hearts that know the truth.
Its voice will never fade or end.

The song is forgotten, but it stays,
It echoes softly in the mind.
Its melody will never sway.

The mask is shattered, broken, torn,
Its fragments scattered on the ground.
Yet still, we wear it, bruised and worn.

The dream is silent, still and cold,
Its beauty lost to waking time.
Yet in our hearts, it will unfold.

The dance will never cease or end,
It swirls and turns through endless skies.
Yet still, we twist, and still we bend.

The eyes are hollow, full of pain,
They stare through time with vacant grace.
Yet still, they seek, yet still, they gain.

The soul is dark, but still it burns,
It waits within the quiet night.
Yet in its depths, the fire churns.

The wing is broken, yet it flies,
It soars through storms that rage below.
And though it falls, it never dies.

The hope is lost, yet still we pray,
It flickers faintly in the dark.
Yet still, we fight, and still, we stay.

- Hex

The wind it howls through empty skies,
It carries whispers of the past.
Its call is one we can’t disguise.

It weeps for days that slowly rise,
For moments fleeting, yet so vast.
The wind it howls through empty skies.

The world has watched as time defies,
Each breath a storm that cannot last.
Its call is one we can’t disguise.

Through every dream, the wind complies,
It guides us where we stand surpassed.
The wind it howls through empty skies.

Beneath the clouds, the soul it tries,
To find a home, yet remains cast.
Its call is one we can’t disguise.

In quiet hearts, the wind replies,
A song of loss that’s fading fast.
The wind it howls through empty skies,
Its call is one we can’t disguise.

The night will swallow all that’s bright,
And silence falls with soft regret.
In shadows deep, we lose our sight.

The stars will dim, the moon’s alight,
Yet still we hear the softest threat.
The night will swallow all that’s bright.

The echoes of the past ignite,
Each whispered word a cold duet.
In shadows deep, we lose our sight.

Our hopes are lost, our dreams take flight,
And in their place, we feel the debt.
The night will swallow all that’s bright.

The world is veiled in endless night,
Where silence sings a cruel vignette.
In shadows deep, we lose our sight.

Yet still we long to end the fight,
And so we march, our hearts in debt.
The night will swallow all that’s bright,
In shadows deep, we lose our sight.

Beneath the pale moon, I stand alone,
The sky holds secrets left untold.
Its light upon the earth is shown.

The night, a dream, so cold as stone,
Its silence whispers, faint and bold.
Beneath the pale moon, I stand alone.

The world will fade, the winds have flown,
And time moves slow, yet hearts still hold.
Its light upon the earth is shown.

Where shadows dance, and stars have grown,
The stories of the lost unfold.
Beneath the pale moon, I stand alone.

I wonder if the stars have known
The way my soul has grown so cold.
Its light upon the earth is shown.

I search the sky, but find no throne,
For kings and queens are bought and sold.
Beneath the pale moon, I stand alone,
Its light upon the earth is shown.

The fire burns with red and gold,
It crackles like a restless dream.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

The burning sky will soon unfold,
Its flames, they rise with steady gleam.
The fire burns with red and gold.

A tale of ancient wrath, so bold,
The sky ignites with a scream.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

Beneath the storm, hearts will hold,
Their strength is more than it may seem.
The fire burns with red and gold.

Through ash and ember, stories old,
We walk where shadows softly beam.
The winds will carry what’s untold.

In heat and fury, we are sold,
Yet still we chase the fleeting dream.
The fire burns with red and gold,
The winds will carry what’s untold.

The moonlight whispers, soft as air,
Its glow will vanish with the dawn.
We fade as shadows everywhere.

The stars above are never fair,
They flicker, then they all are gone.
The moonlight whispers, soft as air.

I walk this path with a lost prayer,
The silence presses, dark and drawn.
We fade as shadows everywhere.

The night's embrace, it fills with care,
Yet time betrays, it lingers on.
The moonlight whispers, soft as air.

In dreams, we find a world to share,
But by the morning, all is gone.
We fade as shadows everywhere.

Our souls will dance beyond despair,
But death will call and take them on.
The moonlight whispers, soft as air,
We fade as shadows everywhere.

Beneath the silver moon, she walked,
With whispers trailing through the trees,
A girl who never spoke aloud,
But knew the language of the breeze.

She wore her secrets in the folds
Of midnight’s velvet, soft and deep,
And with each step, the shadows swirled,
A dance they promised never to keep.

She wandered far from city lights,
Where lanterns flickered, dimmed and died,
And in the forest, dark and wide,
She sought the place where dreams reside.

Her name was lost to memory,
A name she’d never dare recall,
For in her heart, she carried grief
Too heavy for a name to hold.

The stars above her whispered low,
Of things she’d done, of things she’d seen,
Of all the roads she walked alone,
And places where she’d never been.

Once, she’d loved a golden boy,
With eyes as bright as summer skies,
They danced beneath the dawn’s first light,
And kissed beneath the evening’s sighs.

But time, as cruel as time can be,
Tore them apart with bitter hands,
And left her standing at the door
Of a love that never had a chance.

Now, her steps were soft and slow,
Each one a silent plea for peace,
To find the place where broken things
Could finally, gently, find release.

The forest knew her heart’s desire,
It knew the pain she tried to hide,
And in its arms, it wrapped her tight,
And let the night become her guide.

For here, within the whispering trees,
She found her answer, soft and still—
The world would break, and time would flee,
But she could heal, if she stood still.

And so, beneath the endless sky,
She let the darkness take its claim,
No longer lost in past regrets,
She danced alone, and spoke her name.

I want to cut my hair

Not just as a change of style

But to express how I feel inside

To make myself more comfortable

Living in my own skin

I want to cut it short

Shorter than ever before

More boyish than not

I want to cut my hair

A short, fluffy wolf cut

Even if it means more people

At school will mock me for

Being queer as they throw

Their slurs at me like stones

I wonder if those idiots know

That before it was used to describe

A gay person.. The word ****** meant

A bundle of sticks used for fuel

And in some countries

When talking about a

Cigarette they call

It a ***

I wonder

Who is

The

******

Now.

You thought I didn't hear you?

I don't feel awake without the rain

Perhaps a misconnection in my brain

The sun makes me groggy and unhappy

But the shadows are my safe space

And sometimes I wish to say

Not today, but they wake me up

Toss me around

Throw me outside

Let me fall on the ground

Wish I didn't need to do it today

But, my friend, have a good day

Because today is another day

- Hex

Hey, there, boy

This one is for you

Your words are far

Too mature for your age

I find I might just love your brain

I could read all your poems

If you'd ask me to

Turn them into a song

Make a playlist and play them

All night long

You write for your friends

You write for your family

You write for love

But my favorite poems of yours

Are when you write for yourself

Your poems are beautiful.

- Hex

Hey, you...

I think you're beautiful

Such a lovely girl

Your poems make

Me laugh and cry

Smile and think

Graceful as a

Skater on the rink

I love your mind

The words you use

The imagery is

Lovely

It's

True

- Hex

Marbles in my pocket

Little ***** of glass

My pieces of light

From the sun

Marbles in my pocket

I think I could love

The one they were from

Marbles in my pocket

You picked em just for me

My smile, you like to see

Marbles in my pocket

And you

Sitting

Next

To

Me

- Raeyza

Nice to meet you

Let's be friends

You're so cool

It's true!

Let's see how this ends

You're not a fool!

It's true

Long ago, you became

The love of my life

But nice to meet you

I'll just love you again

Remind you since you

Have forgotten now

The feel of my hands

And my lips

My voice

And name

Sometimes

I hate the

Human

Brain

- Aspen

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The words drift, like liquid streams,
Catching the light, reflecting dreams.
A soft hush in the swirling air,
Where echoes of silence softly care.

Through winding paths, the rhythm flows,
Whispers of stories the current knows.
In every curve, a tale is spun,
As time dances with the setting sun.

Let the o’s become the beat,
The commas, pauses where hearts meet.
Each turn and twist, each fleeting rhyme,
A dance that moves through endless time.

You think I am a fish
Meant for you to catch

You have the bait
Dangling before my face

You expect me to come
To let you claim me

You believe I am
Meant for your sharp claws

A game of cat and mouse
You think you are in charge

But the roles have been reversed
I am the predator now

So run while you can
Before I do what you'd asked

And I go to take your hand
You used to say to...

Catch you if I can...

You're questioning my mental health

But you don't want to help

You feel better being seen with me

The exposure makes you feel pretty

I am not so desperate that I need your

Hollow friendship or your fake words

I have one friend, and I will put them first

How do I say this?

I am not perfect

I am not always happy

Life doesn't always feel worth it

And sometimes I want to cry

But there's so much left to do til I die

There is so much left to do til I die

I was born with my mother's eyes

My father's nose and a smile that glows

Sometimes life is hard

And sometimes it feels empty

Some people left me feeling like...

A discarded ball in the backyard

But if I stop to think

And listen without noise

I feel like I may be quite petty

Complaining about all the

People who don't get me

Life isn't cupcakes and rainbows

But I still think the sky is pretty

Hands clasped on my chest

Eyes closed to all the rest

Boquet pressed upon my breast

My love's been put to the test

Forget me not, dear dreamer

I still wish to hold your hand

Always such a light sleeper...

But I'm still your biggest fan

I'll always wish to be your man

Do you remember the day...

Where we first met?

Of course you don't...

The second time you've

Forgotten me now

But I could wait

A hundred years

Just to see you smile

But darling...

Forget me not

Even if its

Too late

Now..