| words form the grave - part 3 reconcilliation towards ressurection. . . this road to recovery had taken all i have. it seems hard as i try to succumb once again. . . let me practice this before i say it to you. i know it might come out wrong, but i want it to. another chance to fight, another way to make it right. . .let me work this out before i come back to you. i know you sometimes hate the stupid things i do. another lovely night, another way to make it right you showed me life and lived nothing less. yet you're so above me. i'll take my time, your memory is bliss. the angel above me. you're the words that come out easy, and i am speechless at best. your star, it seems to shine above the rest. you're the face before the cameras, the smile i'd like to earn. the closest thing to perfect in a hollywood to burn. you're the beauty that is deeper than eyes cam nerely see. the closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me. and i'd love to be the shoulder that you cry on, and i'd love to be the friend you call when things are gread. you're the dream that hasn't ended, and i'm still anxious for rest. your words, they seem to hang above my head. you're the bud before the flower unfurls into full bloom. captivating beauty but it may be all too soon. you're the song that writes a story, but leaves a lot to read. the closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me. and liek i really deserve a chance to sit across a table and tell you that i think you're wonderful, and i think you're something special. i guess this is my only chance to say i wish i knew you because i'm sure you're wonderful, if i'd get to know you. over come with this love, gonna change our lives. well, useful thoughts, they come up now. for them we have to strive. << back |