I apologize for not considering you to walk beside me when I was in my deepest sorrow.
I may not have the courage to let you in when you were knocking at my door.
While telling me how much I mean to you.
And am way too sorry for not saying the words --
I'm not the right one for you.
Soon. Soon enough.

If these feet could be worthy and strong,
I will definitely bring you to places where every thing won't be wrong.
And I will cross the world just to find you,
Whenever you are feeling lost.

A secluded road leads to nowhere.
Brought the melancholy I mostly fear.
My heart skips as my hand shift for the fifth gear.
While whimsical that every thing won't care.

Vial brimmed of sobering Cognac.
Fancying to forget where I lack.
Decried by people I deem who got my back.
Where my words are like lyrics mean to lose track.

Meandering beneath the sheet of stars.
A handful of dreams I highly hoped won't scar.
I who dread of going too far.
Now lost in this crowded bar.

There's no doubt of a day that is about to come,
Where everything will coincide and conspire to what your heart truly desires.
Letting go might be a fearful idea,
And will somehow leave you a deep scar.
Yet, eventually there will be a soul who's enough and worthy of your love.

Had you ever come upon of thinking how truly pristine you are?
Perhaps, you have this merest idea, you are absolute even from afar.
Probably you don't know that you have a type of smile I won't trade to any glimmering treasure.
Even my breath, I admit, can't mar your completeness for sure.
As I've held your hand, I fervently asked, "Would you spend your life with me?"
Below the sheet of this beautiful-starry-night sky -- You abruptly let your hand free.
And for the first time, I'd obliged myself to listen to the quiet.
While, am hoping for a thing that can somehow make your heart respond, harmoniously to my heartbeat.
Unexpectedly, the words I have held on the tip of my tongue morphed themselves in to thin air.
When your loud silence stabbed me -- like soaring words I long enough feared.
Yet, I still let myself purposefully discard the future of us away from my clasp, for once.
And somewhat gauged my understanding of my dream that there's no way for it to come true.
Now, I am standing at the rear pew -- I can still see in your eyes the future they can hold.
And somehow in your smile, tells me the countless promises that never been told.
That linen white wedding dress you are wearing, reeled me back to dream of you and I.
But there's no way for I to be the apple of your eye.

Twa's a dull-late afternoon at a coffee shop.
When your brisk tread suddenly engaged to a stop.
You are standing across the road draped in a pinkish top,
And from a mil of a sec you made my heart drop.

You have that kind of thick flapping lashes,
Where once I'd mulled were made my inside crushes.
From the moment your brain sent those feet in front of mine,
Can't resist my wistful heart to whine.

I was sitting inside of an extended awning so stern,
When you momentarily made that turn.
That gaze of yours I know are too difficult to earn,
Yet falling for you is something I can easy learn.

Driving at cold Saturday nights started,
Everydays dull-late afternoon ended.
And now that you're sitting across my favorite table,
I'm trying my best not to let my words to stumble.

Do you heard that?
I'm longing to touch where your heart at.
Do you see that?
Letting myself engross to things am not good at.

These words that are slipping pertually out of my lips,
Turn in to dreams and hopes of you from this eclipse.
The sun is no longer a star that reminds me of yesterday,
But become my constant reminder to wish to see you day-by-day.

Can't you hear these?
My heart can't longer be restrain at ease.
Whenever you're near probably this only explain
That for you I'm fallin'

So please put away the blue from your eyes.
When that someone tries to drive you in hard times,
Just ring me up once you start to cry at five.
Because that someone never deserves your love.

If I will count the days,
From the day we separated our ways,
My heart will believe that it only had happened yesterday.
Yet, in reality, it was five thousand and four hundred seventy-five days, already.

Now here you are again.
Wearing the same smile, where in my memory remain.
We are standing in the middle of this commotion,
A few feet in between, while I'm persistent smothering the recurring emotion.

'Hello' you said, just like the same way you accustomed to say whenever we see each other.
I smiled -- as a smart response to hinder this emotion to go further.
'You look wonderful in that red dress' you added.
'Thanks' I replied. But the agony within won't be mended.

If you only have the capability to read my mind,
Probably, you can decipher that am suffering inside.
From the time we exchanged our goodbyes,
Your eyes became the reminders of my system that you really won't be mine.

For the second time,
I will never be able to renounce how you mean to me.
And for the second time,
I'm pretending, in front of you, that I'm fine. That I will continuously be fine.