She was never... But I was always

"She looked so good in that white dress....
at the far end of the Isle...

Standing where I should be standing..
was some other man, on his face theres a smile..."

But see, she was always mine, but I was never hers...
I mean I was never hers.. but I was always hers...
You feel me?

I mean I love her
but I kinda dont even know where to begin

cuz my heart would burst
as her words quenched my thirst
And I loved her first..
but she knew not my hearts deep devotion
For she thought my love,
just an overblown emotion

Infatuated with the idea
of amusing musings
and tidal waves of music moving
A tsunami of crashing feelings bleeding...
my heart stops beating...

I'ma miss her...

I mean I love her
but I Just dont even know where to begin

Cuz you see
I was never hers
but I was
always hers
you feel me?

See she smiled through her words...
colon dash parenthases -
or she winked at me
semi-colon dash...
you feel me?

So i smiled back in words like
"How you doing sweety?"
"You alright out there lady?"
"Alls well on your end baby?"

Pchhhheeewww please
I aint callin nobody baby..

but i said it in my mind really...
cuz my minds hides behind prudency
since my heart tries to play tricks on me
Like a game of hide and seek...
Success is keeping the game going...

Too bad now...
she beat me...

I mean I love her
but I still dont even know where to begin

I mean
I was never hers but I was always hers
and well...
we'll always be friends...

I mean.. will
"always be friends - "
be used when friendship ends
for the sake of reason
for the sake of seasons

when feelings end seasons of love,
how do you measure...
measure our years???

I'm gonna measure it in excitement...
Rather than tears,
rather than fears - rathen than the hardships
Every new things was a dream come true

As if the meaning of a new word,
A new article or experience
starting the relationship brand new

Every new line written in our
"notebook" of a relationship
was scribbled in sharpee ink-
because forever was on my menu...

Though i think
*never*
was the chosen venu....

And if you look at Sharpee scribble
you'll see blotches of color,
coroding the words of our beautiful story
showing choppy tales to the world
only the two of us know it fully..
but even in me
the storys clearly fading...

Now I'm fading
as I think...
as I measure
as I count the ways..

countdown the days..
Till all I can do is smile...
and fade into the background.....
I'll say congratulations and...
I'll fade into ....

See I was always hers..
but I was never hers..
These are my words...
I wonder what'll be hers??