Picture perfect petals radiating sunshine
Resting in hand as eyes gaze down
Thoughts of me still being yours in mind
Comfort as each ray of light hits the ground

Tumbling waves crashing into the sand
Mist the air where we used to stand
The shell we used to carve our names
Sits on the dresser to ease the pain
He loves me. . .

Angry messages still left unread
Thoughts running wild as I lay in bed
Phone ringing loud but I’m making you wait
For I’m already turning into someone you hate
He loves me not. . .

Tiny green blades poking our skin
Voices carried of in the chilly night wind
Nothing can fathom how lucky I felt
To fall for the friend who makes my heart melt
He loves me. . .

Brisk night air sends chills down my neck
You haste down the road without even a peck
Teas start to swell as I reach for the door
Upon grip my hands drops and I stare at the floor
He loves me not. . .

My sweet handsome man that keeps out the cold
The one with whom I want to grow old
Lies there behind me, holding on tight
Never has there been a more perfect night
He loves me. . .

Light has run out and the damage done-
Yet our love for another has not faded ‘way
A dark core is left and I don’t want to run
But I fear it’s impossible to ever stay.