They say the worst is remembered,
The good forgotten...

It was always nothing
now I think its something...

My life seems pointless,
like there's no reason...

The river slams into the rock,
all is moved, all is disturbed...

She sits quietly,
Staring at you...

Sweet kisses, late at night,
Under the stars and moon...

You laugh when you torture me.
I smile like it doesnt matter...

She slams the door as she enters,
The room is quiet, but they know...

Crashing, Rushing, Slaming in,
The waves continue on...

So when it's done to us,
we hate it ever so...

The I love you's are hardly rare
Its nothing to say it to each other...

An Aunt of four,
A friend of many...