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A poem is asked of me,
a joyful, happy poem to be in the spirit of the time of year
The kind of poem that sparks joy, oh indeed
not the usual kind that sparks my tear

I wish it wasn't so hard
I want to just scream and shout
if only I was a bard...
but without a doubt
I love you

however true this can be
I just wish you could see

I could never belong
to the one who doesn't understand my song

What is this sound I keep hearing?
Is that me?
Its the sound of my heart dying.
my heart crying

the same sound I would make
when I thought it was my last breath I would take

happiness isn't in my cards
the deck is stacked
without you, my heart can no longer sing
can no longer be a bard
my bag is packed

now I'm off
to say that final goodbye
and kiss the sky

i do not see how I can be with the one
who does not trust me
the one who I thought I had won
who does not see

I love you

the hardest words to say
the last ones of this day