Poor Bee,
She was always in a reverie
But each time we spoke
It was poetry.
She told me that i was her prayer come true
And i said
"That's nothing compared to you"
For she was the closest thing to a dream
That' i'd ever seen.
But love is too much for such as we
And something not meant for one like me.
And though she was more me than i was myself
Her promise was made to somebody else.
So i had to watch
With every day
As she gave herself away.
And now
Whenever i see her face
My heart breaks
In a different place
That girl was my life
My everything.
And now she's wearing someone elses ring.
And all of the love that we once shareed
Just turns into air.