you once told me
of a life of constant pain
of shadows lurking in the plain
and how you're just a broken champagne
you once told me
that you aren't what i think,
that you're just a spoil of ink
and the black in my world so pink
but i told you
how i'll continue to love
that we're destined from above
and nothing could separate two doves
i told you
that there was still time to heal
that i'd make the good real
for that i promised a deal
but no one told me-
that in the process of healing
i've found myself kneeling
my heart, beating and bleeding-
that in the process of healing
i became the one
who needed saving
