the poems that speak the loudest
are the hardest ones to write
just like the day is at its darkest
in the middle of the night
and I can't just get you out of mind
only out of sight
still it makes me pretty angry
that this time we wouldn't fight
they say that loves a diamond
but diamonds turn to dust
and they say that love is precious
but precious metals rust
yet I hoped it might be different
that we'd find a way to trust
not let history just repeat itself
when it always seems it must
the trees are swaying in the wind
as I replay our last goodbye
tears they fall like driving rain
the storm has passed us by
and I wonder what the truth will be
if true friendship ever dies
yet I must confess it broke my heart
that we couldn't even try
I search the words that you once said
before you walked away
ask myself what I could've done
that meant you might've stayed
or was it predetermined
was it juxtaposed with fate
was nothing what it seemed
was it just a big mistake
when the day is done I think of you
could never let you go
you we're always full of passion
you were everything I know
the photographer and the poet
to be fortune's fools no more
yet at times I'm barely breathing
because I miss you so
and like the changing of the seasons
I thought you'd always be my friend
still I wonder if you suffer too
if it really is the end
because I'll always be right here for you
like I should've been back then
and I find myself holding on
that I'll see your face again