She wasn't particularly pretty,
Just a plain, average girl in high school.
She wasn't particularly brilliant,
Though no one would call her a fool.

She wasn't very athletic,
Preferring to sit in the shade.
She wasn't very artistic;
Her drawings were all left unpraised.

But she wasn't going to block out the cry:
That though childhood may have been tough,
She must stop defining herself by her "wasn't",
And learn, what she was, was enough.

Like a shadow in the night you arrived
Promised to make my every dream
As if upon angel's wings
You were there to comfort me and light my heart agleam

Like a bugle call you rang in my head
My inner consciousness booming with delight
The searing flames got to me
And annihilated anything that might

Like a shooting star you flashed into my life
Bringing light and with you a sense of alleviation
But when the sun then rose upon the hills
You made me regret falling for apparitions

She loved me
And will love me
So for ever.
I pictured her,
There in her room
As she spoke,
Looked now at the dress,
At the veil
She was to wear tomorrow,
Then turned away.
If I had known
The last gift
I’d give to her
Would be a white doe,
I’d have given her more.
She did not smile,
She cried.
I do but speak the truth,
If you will have it.
Will you want
Such an old story?
She died in my arms
And nobody ever knew
She died before tomorrow.

it wasn't my fault
none of it was
yet somehow
you make me feel so bad about it
you make me feel like it was all me

it wasn't your fault either
i never said it was

it wasn't your fault
but it wasn't mine either

stop making me feel ****** about it
you make me HATE you

she wore her sadness like a cape,
                                                           ­ her audacity like a veil.

she knew that in his eyes,
                                                           ­ she'd never be his grail.

so she spun her crown of misery
                                                          ­  and disassembled her throne,

and went in search of herself
                                                         ­   for her new heart is her home.

and to this day she's never looked behind;
                                                         ­   he is simply a part of her past.

because now she knows when things are wrong,
                                                          ­  they are never built to last.