The Unsent Love Letters

Perhaps she got lucky. perhaps she was broken but he was healer and she's get remedy perhaps she's got the wounds and he came as cure then she's get therapy or is it the easier way to declare the spell to ease all this haunted ache she's been facing for all her path she's been took? or perhaps the favored were all mine. and she was me from all the beginning.

A part of me is gone. He comes as a citrus in the summer and felt like a rose in the spring but came dressed as a hurricane Isn't it funny if he's the one I'm gonna miss the most? yet he's the one that never be mine at all He was the man whose smile as an ocean in the winter and dawn in the fall but talked as a tale of the nightmare Though he whispered to not hurt myself beneath this cruel scent of love