it's hard to not feel sad
when the same world
used to shine so bright
like you lived in a fairytale
now looks so dark

You should have seen it,
The way the fire flies from her mouth;
The way the embers sparkle on her lips;
The way her tongue flames.
She is a work in progress,
But god, the way she shines...
When she speaks
You can hear the passion build in her voice.
She may not be perfect,
But oh my, is she lovely.  
You should have seen it.