Love Conquers All

A wise man once said,
You should have just gone to bed.
Sitting here bloodshot eyes red.
I’m taking the blame so go ahead.
I said somethings that I shouldn’t of said,
To the girl that I hope to eventually wed.
My words like a bullet full of lead.
Sharp like a knife, her heart started to bled.
Her feelings were hurt because of me,
Trying to figure out things that were hard to see.
To overcome this problem I had to decree,
This was not about me, it was about we.
Our past is our past, that’s where is should stay.
Her image runs through my head when I lay.
Things should not be in black or white not even gray.
In living color is where we should stay.
I want to be your Overton and you my Sinclair.
Hopefully on one knee in a future year.
To ask you if our lives that we can share,
And say I do without fear.