Save It For The Saints (POEM by SCREECH)

HELL-O readers!!!
I'm back with another short poem...this is...well..an angry(?) poem I would say...I'm not really sure why I wrote it in the first place :P
I hope you like it!!

"Now I see that our lives have changed
For the better I suppose after the words we exchanged

And if you come near,

The memories will come back
All that I left behind
Of which I don't keep track

So I say this and I say it well,
Don't think you can re-cast a spell

Save your breath, for someone who will listen,
Save your breath, save it for the saints

Now I see that our looks are different
For the better I hope coz we weren't coherent.

And if you come near,
The smiles will fade away.
All that I had then,

Will never be the same again.

So you shall hear me, and hear me well
Don't think I can't break out of my shell.

Save your excuses, for someone who will fall
Save them, save them for the saints.

Save your words, you may run out of them
Save them, speak them for the saints."

so...that was it folks...I hope you liked the poem...now that I'm thinking better..I wrote it in the point of view of a person who doesn't want to re-live his past/memories...I guess it makes sense :P

CHEERS...SCREECHDRUMMER