I think my facade has shattered But I don't know why I had one up Cause you could see right through it. You knew the story: Me, the sucker for a romance novel. Me, the sucker for a sweetheart boyfriend that'll never exist. And I made myself beleive you were my White Knight Only instead of shining armor, it was a red and black trench That dragged in the dirty Boston snow. And so with that one last kiss you had ripped out my heart And you came running back, my damaged heart polished and new. And so with that one last encouragment from Tim, I wrote The note to end all notes: a declaration, in a sort, of my devotion. Apparently this took you off gaurd, because you went away Without a kiss or a hug or a sign of acknowledgement But I know oh I know Cause I can see through your bitter hard facade as well. But it's just so much harder Cause you're so damn good at it. And maybe, just maybe, we can take our masks off And look at each other truthfully Not as the asshole and the bitch But as the non-romantic and the romantic fool Who are crazy and in love And so utterly different And yet so goddamn alike. We've both been tortured by love And maybe my complete belief in true love Is starting to rub off on you (at least I hope so) But if it is, I'd like a sign. A simple yes would be great. Cause you know my answer if you ever asked: Yes, I do.
this is pretty good! could be refined alittle but thats just me. but apart from that, you can really feel the emotion coming out of thay one! well done!