I never thought I’d apply these words
to anyone who wasn’t her;
maybe it’s even a success that I
can say her, because she’s not the one
that matters to me anymore.

I never thought I’d want anyone else
to hold me, or be the first
slow thought in my drunken mind,
but it’s you now, it’s you my angel,
it’s you I’m holding on for.

You say I’m beautiful,
well beauty is only skin deep. I’m not
half as beautiful as you because
you saw something worth saving
in me; you saw more

Than some broken-hearted
girl. You saw more than cuts and scars,
than crying, trying to get through
the aching days; I’m longing
and it’s you I’m longing for.

I’m counting down the days now,
until I can see your face;
I pray when our hands touch,
our minds will connect and it will be
more magical than before;

I think you are more human, more
wonderful and more real;
I think you know what you want
and I could finally live with you.
I’m wishing to my core

That I could kiss you; I never
thought I would feel this again --
the rushing blood, the dreams of love
and hope and I wish you
were here; it’s all I wish for.