There’s a boy who’s lost in dreams, caught in a bittersweet reverie,

He’s in love with a girl, an angel in his reality,

But he’s just a fool, not worthy of her grace,

He sees her as a star, while he’s a shadow in the space.

She told him she loved him, but he couldn’t perceive,

Drowning in his doubts, he couldn’t quite believe,

Time slipped through his fingers, like grains of golden sand,

Now he’s singing a melody of regret, trying to understand.

She was the music in his heart, the wine in his blood,

He knew she deserved better, his insecurities like a flood,

Yet, in the concept of love, she made him truly believe,

A symphony of emotions, a bittersweet intoxication, he can’t deceive.

He watches her from afar, an unspoken serenade,

She shines like the morning sun, while he’s in the shade,

He writes her name in the stars, a whispered lullaby,

A tale of unrequited love, a tearful sigh in the night sky.

She told him she loved him, but he never saw the signs,

Blinded by his own flaws, he missed the rhythm of the rhymes,

Now the clock’s ticking on, echoing his regret,

He’s singing a song of what could’ve been, a chance he’ll never forget.

She was the music in his heart, the wine in his blood,

He knew she deserved better, his insecurities like a flood,

Yet, in the concept of love, she made him truly believe,

A symphony of emotions, a bittersweet intoxication, he can’t deceive.

He’s standing on the edge of what could’ve been,

A story left untold, a journey he couldn’t begin,

But every note he plays, every word he sings,

Carries the weight of his love, on hope’s fragile wings.

She told him she loved him, and he finally understands,

Though the sands of time have slipped through his hands,

He’ll keep her memory alive, in every melody,

A tribute to a love that was, and will forever be.

She was the music in his heart, the wine in his blood,

He knows she deserved better, his insecurities a flood,

In the concept of love, she made him truly believe,

A symphony of emotions, a bittersweet intoxication, he can’t deceive.

So here’s to the boy, who loved with all his might,

Though the timing was wrong, and the ending not quite right,

In the tapestry of his life, she’ll forever weave,

A love that once was, and will never truly leave.

–Weez