Resting on her oh-so comfortable bed,
the smell is all familiar.
Pacing through television stations
just to find one we will agree
but deep down inside I know its never up to me,
she always gets to pick.
Examining her split ends, her only imperfection.
I guess even angels have bad hair days.
For a moment, a bried one
she turns and rests in my arms.
No harm, for she is a touchy girl,
But being honest
I love it.
Takes me back to those sweet days being lazy,
but being lazy with her.
For a moment my dream's come true,
but "keep dreaming" is what i tell myself to do.
Open
my wallet still contains contents of her.
A receipt from an over-priced bracelet,
only to find out later she replaced it.
A Christmas present
supposedly from a "friend"
Didn't fool anyone and got it back in the end.
A picture of her
A picture of us.
She agrees and says, "We looked so happy."
And she's right, as always,
we were.
And I can smile knowing we still are.
She's happy with him,
And I'm happy for her.
