I promised myself that before you left, i would say goodbye, i promised myself i would tell you how i feel, before you were gone, i promised myself that when you leave,
Stood proud on a jagged rock, howling out his lungs, claws curled around the edge, hide legs sprung, soaring through biting cold air, his teeth he does bare, swiftly he moves
(I play american football for a team called the saxons, and this is what we do every sunday.) Standing, huddle around the ball, An army of gaints our greatest wall, but we are saxons
On a summer day There is no place I’d rather be, Than laying next to you Under the swaying willow tree, Down by the river Watching the sun beam, Reflecting, Off the waters gleam,
Spilt in two, the red runs from the centre, to form a pool of sorrow on the floor, this pool so full it could burst, unleash everything I ever felt, into the atmosphere and poison the air,