We met in a low place in our lives
Thoughts back then filled with knives
Yet now we have hope that lies within
We begin to see the past's shadows creep
And we begin to weep as the pain seeps through to the core
No more do we bore with ideations of broken dreams
But instead with the nice calming flow of streams.
That was the beginning now the present had our friendship fading
We went from dating to shading in the hole of loss
Our lives aren't covered in gloss
It's covered in trees, grass, glass, and moss
And she is covered in perfect imperfections
She's proven to me that my perception of most is wrong and flawed
At times I'd brawled but in the end I'd fall, I'd bawl, I'd sleep
Then I wake up in a state of bliss to dismiss the pain prior to the awakening
Just to be reminded of the pain another day.
