Words

When I can no longer care for them
they will no longer care for me
and my time will belong to me
alone
at last

A hearts a flame, a lantern, a candle, a wild fire
the sun
soothed with a breath, cool water, blue skies
the rain
but still its afire
and forever a light

She says I let it go too long. 
I don't say anything, I smile and hold it all in. 
Then I explode... 
Well, She's right, I do hold it in, 
because it's not the way that it's supposed to be.