Jun 1
I used to be free
All too soon before
I turned to stone
The moment my guardian angel
Stopped guarding me
I fell in love with a fairytale
He was mine
We were sweethearts
A love story to be told
More true than in the story books
An angel was sent to protect me
He stayed
He cared
He loved me
He never tried to leave
He told me every story
I memorized every word
Every movement
Every glance
Every smile
I know every detail
Of anything he ever said
He was my angel
I was forever his
He loved me forever and always
He never said goodnight without:
"My Love"
"My Beautiful Angel"
"My Goddess"
"Beautiful"
My heart
So eager to feel love once
He said we were soulmates
I say we drew the right cards
My dreams told me we were meant to guard each other
60 days, 4 hours, 1 minute, 12 seconds
All the time we had before you were gone
Every word, every memory, every dream
Caught in a frame of time
This was our first goodbye
261 days, 12 hours, 7 minutes, 50 seconds
How long I have loved you as of 12:16am today
Every second a reminder of when you left
Every minute a debate to beg for your return
Every day another attempt to cut my string of life
The difference?
201 days, 8 hours, 6 minutes, 38 seconds
Every day, another stone I set for you to find her
Every second of it another tear dropped from my eyes
I didn't just cry you a river, I cried you a sea
180 days, 8 hours, 17 minutes
The time it has been since you left for good
I have been numbed
I looked into Medusa's eye and chose to see her beauty
Yet I still turned to stone
200 stones I have placed for you to find her
Only one last step
She is yours
You are hers
One more stone and one more tear and you can both be free
I have become stone
Not the last step, but the first
You have reached her at the sea
I hope you can learn to see
She will be the one to get you on one knee
I cried you a sea
I let you turn me to stone
I learned that guardian angels,
They don't get told who to protect
They go and find them on their own
A fairytale
Too real to be true
The story books only tell of the true loves kiss
Never the oceans or the paths taken to get there
A fairytale, and I get to see first hand that true love is theirs
All too soon before
I turned to stone
The moment my guardian angel
Stopped guarding me
I fell in love with a fairytale
He was mine
We were sweethearts
A love story to be told
More true than in the story books
An angel was sent to protect me
He stayed
He cared
He loved me
He never tried to leave
He told me every story
I memorized every word
Every movement
Every glance
Every smile
I know every detail
Of anything he ever said
He was my angel
I was forever his
He loved me forever and always
He never said goodnight without:
"My Love"
"My Beautiful Angel"
"My Goddess"
"Beautiful"
My heart
So eager to feel love once
He said we were soulmates
I say we drew the right cards
My dreams told me we were meant to guard each other
60 days, 4 hours, 1 minute, 12 seconds
All the time we had before you were gone
Every word, every memory, every dream
Caught in a frame of time
This was our first goodbye
261 days, 12 hours, 7 minutes, 50 seconds
How long I have loved you as of 12:16am today
Every second a reminder of when you left
Every minute a debate to beg for your return
Every day another attempt to cut my string of life
The difference?
201 days, 8 hours, 6 minutes, 38 seconds
Every day, another stone I set for you to find her
Every second of it another tear dropped from my eyes
I didn't just cry you a river, I cried you a sea
180 days, 8 hours, 17 minutes
The time it has been since you left for good
I have been numbed
I looked into Medusa's eye and chose to see her beauty
Yet I still turned to stone
200 stones I have placed for you to find her
Only one last step
She is yours
You are hers
One more stone and one more tear and you can both be free
I have become stone
Not the last step, but the first
You have reached her at the sea
I hope you can learn to see
She will be the one to get you on one knee
I cried you a sea
I let you turn me to stone
I learned that guardian angels,
They don't get told who to protect
They go and find them on their own
A fairytale
Too real to be true
The story books only tell of the true loves kiss
Never the oceans or the paths taken to get there
A fairytale, and I get to see first hand that true love is theirs
