Post by Pandie on Jul 15, 2010 18:51:24 GMT -5
He can't stand the way she looks at things
All pure and utopian-like
The way a young child would
When they first learn to ride a bike.
He tries to understand her ways
And her reasons for being so true
But deep inside he questions it all
For it's not what he's ever used to.
He doubts all the truth she tells him
Right down to the way that she loves
He doesn't notice that if he accepts who she is
He'd see they fit like hand in glove.
Of course, she doesn't help him much
With her inability to explain
Every question he needs an answer for
Though, she struggles to in vain.
They come from two different worlds
One darkness and one of light
They both must change a little bit
To ever make things right.
But he is not the type to cave
On what he's always known
And so in the dark she continues to wait
For him to turn into the man she can proudly call her own...
All pure and utopian-like
The way a young child would
When they first learn to ride a bike.
He tries to understand her ways
And her reasons for being so true
But deep inside he questions it all
For it's not what he's ever used to.
He doubts all the truth she tells him
Right down to the way that she loves
He doesn't notice that if he accepts who she is
He'd see they fit like hand in glove.
Of course, she doesn't help him much
With her inability to explain
Every question he needs an answer for
Though, she struggles to in vain.
They come from two different worlds
One darkness and one of light
They both must change a little bit
To ever make things right.
But he is not the type to cave
On what he's always known
And so in the dark she continues to wait
For him to turn into the man she can proudly call her own...
