She’s pretty, young and innocent
Everything you ever wanted
Your smile is different when you’re with her
There’s a certain sparkle in your eyes I didn’t see before.
I threw all my love letters away, they’re meaningless now
The titles in my poems are now just a figment of the past you didn’t know
There is no sadness in this plot, no guilt or tragedy
I am happy for you, your story is finally written, a new chapter has begun.
I can still remember how you made me feel
The occasional admiration cloistered in the deepest part of me
Maybe I’ll write about you in my dreams, somehow
For in my dreams you’ll stay, only in my dreams.