When every time your eyes catch her sight
Your heart remem
bers that old and bright light
When everywhere you go you meet many signs
That keep asking why you letting her go?
She was everythin
g I cou
ld think about
My fair lady and chronic dream
Like strawberry topped vanilla ice cream
She was my reason to smile and cry and even lie
She was not the queen of my heart
She was my heart
Like a kaleidoscope of many colors
She brought diverse energies
And various synergies
Of love, and hope and joy
She was not the girl of my dreams
She was my dream
What do you do when she keeps coming up?
Even in moments when some else has her spot
She comes and she goes
And with that your being and your soul
Is it possible to just let her go so?