I once fell, as if under a spell.
The music bound me.
The way you played was haunting.

So much life and story to tell...
I began to wonder if you were even real.

Whenever your eyes held mine, I could feel the appeal.
Your words were like a caress against my skin, once a girl, a guy, could never win.

The songs you played and the look in your eyes.
The twist of our lips sparked fire and ice.
If I could've taken the pain away, would you've been alright?
Maybe if I had let you hold me tight...

Driven by a darkness that encased you,
you peace and my fear when I'd embrace you.
The art you could create within a span of time.
The beauty of all those intricate lines, a story within itself from your own mind.
A tattoo and then a picture frozen in time.

Entranced for a time was I with you.
Until the day came when a heart broke in two

Once I was the girl only meant for you.
'Till one night before Valentines, it became two.

The tears were endless, a massacred face.
Became a rose that had shriveled atop a grave.

What was said and done couldn't be taken back
I said my goodbyes.
I started to pack.

Rain and snow fell down that day
As I passed your shop, my heart gave a wave.

Left a letter on the base of your guitar.
Where my face had been painted—
The moment you stole a piece of my heart.

It's been a few months from within that time.
The ache has faded, the tears have long run dry.
The memories remain some short, some yet vast, some from your witt, and some from my sass

You accepted every part from the very start.
Came without abandon to win my heart.
Yet only to find me with a solid guard.
Looking back I know how that must've been hard.

And when the time came it was too late to blame.
You left too quick and fell for another without shame.
And now here I sit looking back from there.

Knowing once upon a time there was an artist—
Who showed a writer, what it meant to care.