She smells like roses and fresh cut grass,
Her lips taste like cherry and peach.
Fireflies on a summer night,
Toasting mellows on the beach.
I grieve the life I’ll never have,
The bride I’ll never meet,
Waltzing down the aisle,
Linen flowing to her feet.
Eyes shining sapphire and gold,
Piercing my cold shroud of a soul,
Bringing fire to this heart of coal.
My cage is built of my own bigotry.
More than a promise, the binding of souls.
Caught in a web, lost all control,
She is daisies, she is sunshine, she’s tanlines and sand.
I could’ve sworn I saw her standing there,
But I’ll never hold her hand,
The girl I see in my dreams.
She.