As life goes on
I realize how much you truly mean
Your laugh
Your smile
Your kiss
Your eyes
Your everything. period.

You've loved and lost
Not loved at all
Been beaten
And bashed

But somehow you've always got
That smile glued to your lips
You draw me in

You're like the king
I'm like the peasant
Except for when I'm with you
You're the King
And I feel like the queen
So here I say thank you for everything

"We're just meant to be" I tell you
"I just don't see it" you say
"Look I'll show you"

I chose you
You chose me

She chose you
You chose me

He chose her
She chose you

You chose me
I chose you

You see what I mean?
We're just meant to be

She was a rose, pressed into the pages
Of a book, meant to hold a place.
Instead of a page in a book,
She held a place in his heart,
Which she thought she would always have.
But eventually, bookmarks are lost,
And stories are forgotten,
And all that is left is
The smell of the binding
As the book closes for the last time.