One day you'll see,
You deserve roses than flowers.
One day, you'll be
The one who will be the reason for someone to spend their loyal hours
One day, you'll smile in glee,
Because you let love purely
as it should be.
One day, you'll know,
That it's not that bad to heal and grow,
Because one day you'll realize
And you'll witness it through your eyes,

That loving yourself once more wouldn't hurt you.

Rather, it would only bloom you.

I know won't have a place within her, and sooner or later I'll be just a face she'll lose picturing to memory, a name she'll forget to speak in her reverie.

But I remember her clearly, the every part of her that has become a part of me.

She would be my every red, yellow and green traffic light, and  yet she wouldn't know this; but with her memory in my every turn and stop,

I know I could go places.

Some things are meant to end, even if they're a few steps away from happenning.

Likewise, you with me.

We could happen. We could be something.

But the reasons you are in, the reasons you wept over with at night won't let you let us be us.

And I understand that.

I don't see you with
that pretty face anymore.

I now see you with a
shadowed soul that's pure and fragile,
a heart that beats with a thousand fragmented shades of love.

No, I don't see you
with that smile anymore.

I now see you as a dream, just a dream-- just waiting to finally come true to life.

I crave for all that you have been,
All the beautiful things your eyes have seen
I crave for all that you are,
All the little things that made you reach this far.
I crave for all that you will be, of who you will be.

So let me want all of this.
Let me love all of you.