“My dear…
I’m not a hero of any kind. I won’t turn your eyes golden or teach you how to fly.
Sometimes I wonder if you can see I’m just as needy as you are.
You say there is no one who could hold you like I do. But imagine if other arms felt warmer, more soothing than mine. Would you leave?
I’m not the boy your dad would like. With just one look at me standing close to you, I’d snatch away his pride.
So girl…why?
Imagine the moon having a voice, you think it would sound gentle when we drift by at night?
Ask my tears how many times they've seen me cry.
I tell myself it won’t hurt as much to let you go now then it would tomorrow. But I’ve written this letter over a hundred times.
Words fall from my hands like fallen angels from the sky. I can’t make them come true, I can’t leave you.
My deepest fear is to make you understand how exceptional you are, because you would no longer stand by a man who is not even half as special as you are.
Nothing has scared me more than love. These doubts keep twisting around my heart.
I am the fallen to you, my angel.
I won’t send you this letter baby, I won’t upset you now you’re still here
But when you would ever leave…I’ll give you my pile of letters and then you’ll see… I never took you you for granted and you’re the songs I sing.
Love you always.”
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