Meadow of flowers
Pearl white dress...

Questions of the future
I'm scared of what it brings...

His words flow through me
Like a warm ocean breeze...

That daisy has been plucked so many times,
Still nothing...

White knuckles cling
To the picture in hand...

I love not the beauty of the man,
But of his soul...

Door creaks slowly shut
Humidity fills the air...

Holding your hand
You hold mine so slight...

I lay there,
One long, difficult day...

Sobbing and in need
My comfort she had sought...

I'm sorry...
I just can't be everything you wanted me to be...

Walks past a window
Looks at the image she casts...