She came to him like a special angel from heaven
He had lost all faith, he was on his life number 7

She found a crack in his hardened armor
He was in disbelief, it was to his honor

They found themselves to be compatible
But his social graces where unconventional

Her beauty and wisdom sailed the seven seas
He never went beyond the forest and the trees

This Special lady tugged and pulled at his heart string
Witch made the melody of his soul dance and sing

She even stirred his passion with a big tight huggy
A thousand stinging bees filling his heart with honey

Her deep soulful eyes put a spell and made him pray
He just couldn’t stop thinking of her night and day
Putting him in a trance, not knowing what to say

This fine lady was in a class that has all that
This poor lad could only offer poems and a chat

The princess in this story was moving fearless and fast
He feared with his lack of nobility, the dream would not last

She drives, flies, floats, plays and stays first class
He always seems to be in a long line, to be the last

The feeling she gave him will forever in his heart last
He feels sad the best he has to offer, is all lost in the past
Dark mystery still surrounds this girl that likes white and black
He’ll try and sweep her off her feet with gifts of vanilla and lilac

Her biggest dream has to do with innocent smell, theses are facts
He hopes she’ll forgive him for all the thing that he poorly lacks.....

With head bowed I kneel before thee
And ask for forgiveness and sympathy
The distance and silence is killing me
Making my heart weep like a willow tree
Fearing the loss of your friendship and beauty
I will suffer to no end if this is our destiny
Sending me a message would make me so happy
Une petite minute de vous, pourrais me sauver la vie

I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for not being the one,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for not being perfect,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for not being there,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for being broken,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for not being beautiful,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for not being skinny,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for not being a ******,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for having scars,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry I am who I am,
I'm sorry,
I'm trying to change...

I'm starting to think that I'm scared of my heart healing.
I'm scared because what if I move on?
You know I hate change.
That I'm scared of the unknown.
So if I move on, what will happen?
Would I get hurt again?
Would I be happy?
I don't know.
But I know that I will never be hurt again,
If I never let anybody else in.
And I think it's better to have no chance at getting hurt,
Than have a slim chance of being happy.
I don't really know.
I'm just as confused now as I was the day you left.