04-18-2013, 05:19 PM
I never saw her walk, in beauty or distress
though I never really knew her, I wanted too I guess.
inside my fantasies, I'd often make her smile
but reality was different, things were more hostile.
on valentines; some flowers, roses, almost black
the touch of love I placed in them was sharply given back
I sent her cards at Xmas, rang her when I could
of all the selfless things I did, not one of them was good
sorry couldn't get the last two lines
though I never really knew her, I wanted too I guess.
inside my fantasies, I'd often make her smile
but reality was different, things were more hostile.
on valentines; some flowers, roses, almost black
the touch of love I placed in them was sharply given back
I sent her cards at Xmas, rang her when I could
of all the selfless things I did, not one of them was good
sorry couldn't get the last two lines