Let’s go back to the beginning.
When he was my amber wave,
And you were my ever waiting beauty.

When pain was waiting,
And time was happily wasted.

When the blue walls danced with brightened shadows,
And hope was what I floated on.

When nothing but peaceful,
wanting thoughts trickled through my mind,
And happiness wove through my veins.

When hello was the sweetest word of all,
And tears were washed away with clover.

When mornings were crystal,
And I was the sculptor.

When midnights were wasted with beautiful fake compliments,
And 11:11 wasn’t a priority.

When my eyes would sing over your image,
And my curse was finally broken.

When I didn’t wait for what I never had,
And crying wasn’t so thought provoking.

When the nights weren’t full of loose lullabies,
And mornings weren’t arctic shallow.

When poems were decorated with soft feelings,
And my eyes could relax to rest with no resent.

Let’s go back to the beginning.
When he was my amber wave,
And you weren’t everyone’s ever waiting beauty.