Maybe
someday I will look back and tell this tale
of a
precious girl the most beautiful person you can imagine
breath-taking,
pretty inside and out
this one
girl is the one that got away.
I should
have known from the beginning
things like
that don’t happen in real life only in fairy tales
The princess
doesn’t go for the frog
she’s always
waiting for the prince to sweep her off her feet
And it’s true what they say
nice guys
always finish last
but I rather
finish last than pretend being someone that I’m not
And so I’m still
here
thinking about the one that got way…
Maybe I never
said what she wanted to hear
maybe I said
something wrong
All I know
is that in her eyes it was never meant to be
The one that
got away will always have a special place
I did everything
I could, things that I said I never would
but nothing
seemed to change her mind.
At least I
could look back days, months or years from now
and say that
I tried, I really, really tried
but I just
couldn’t make it work
I don’t regret anything I said
or anything
that I did, I meant every single word
it still
didn’t matter she still got away.
Maybe
someday I will tell my kids not to give up
to keep
trying, to reach for the stars
maybe their
dream will come true
even if mine
didn’t
I will tell
them to love like if there was no tomorrow
to live like
if it was their last day
and so when
they are older
they will
not wonder of the past
and the
things that could of been
regretting
things that they didn’t do
and think
about the one that got away just like me.
Because I
will always remember that imperfectly perfect girl that got away…