Your promises to me are like bubbles

Once I touch them they do burst

Your kisses to me are like water droplets

Once I wipe them off they're gone

Your words to me are like ghostly whispers

For they come and they then leave

Your touch to me is like a feather

So light and hardly felt

Your trust to me is like a bird

It always flies away

Your dreams to me are like a Childs'

For they are never truly real

Your love for me is like a flame

It burns so bright then dies

But of all of the things

Which have been left behind

One I truly miss

Is the way we used to love each other

And the way we used to kiss

By Siobhan

Date: 23/March/2005