Okey dokey, this is my first blatently serious piece. Hope it's okay. Please R/R.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ROGUE OR GAMBIT AND I AM NOT MAKING ANY
MONEY OFF OF THIS.
"Miracle" was written by Matthew Scannell and is performed by the members of Vertical
Horizon: Matthew Scannell, Keith Kane, Sean Hurley, and Ed Toth.
Miracle
Remy sat on the edge of his bed, looking at old pictures. Belle, his ex-wife, and Genevieve, the woman whose trust he had betrayed, looked backed at him from the photos. One woman he had thought he loved, the other had thought she had loved him. Both assumptions were mistakes.
And then there was the auburn-haired Rogue. Why had he lied to her? Why had she left him? Why couldn't he get it right? Was it so wrong to just be happy?
Its taken much too long
To get it right
Would it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
There were so many failures: the Guild, the X-Men, . . . Rogue. Remy took a long draw of his cigarette and somewhat sadly remembered how she had hated them so much. He put it out. Maybe he'd go see her one last time. It was the middle of the night, and that was good. She wouldn't have to know he had come.
And all you really need
Is everything you could never be
And so you'd give it all
For a miracle
God, she was beautiful. How had he let it come to this? He studied her face, hoping to find something, anything. Did she still love him? Would she take him back? He'd been up at night so many times with the same question: What if?
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
He'd been so stupid, thinking of the relationship as some sort of game. And now he knew better. Although it was too late. Wasn't it? Could she ever love him again?
You never really know
What it is
Not until it goes
And if it comes again
It's a miracle
The past few months had been so lonely, he knew he'd never love anyone else. Was she the answer? Was she the only one? He thought so.
But what you miss is love
In everything below and up above
And could she bring it all
A miracle
Remy got up and left Rogue's bedside. He stopped in the doorway and gave one last long look at her. There was nothing there that he could see: no hope, no love. She had most likely forgotten him. He turned to leave, deciding against going by way of the window as he had come.
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
He left, starting up his motorcycle. It was almost laughable . . . almost, the way that such a simple thing kept them second-guessing their emotions: touch. Maybe if he ran he could escape the thoughts, the memories. He could try, at least he'd be far from her: her face, her words, her past love for him. It was all too painful.
All you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
And all you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
They had tried to make it work. Over and over again they had started fresh, only to be proved wrong. Was it just not meant to be? Were the never meant to find love?
It's taken so long to get it right
Would it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
Rogue tossed and turned in her sleep. Thoughts of Remy swirled throughout her sub-conscious. She woke, startled, and stared at the open window, curtains fluttering in the breeze. She moved to close it, and heard a faint rustling in the sheets. Rogue glanced down at a small piece of paper and picked it up. It was a playing card: the queen of hearts. As she held it, she noticed that something was written on the front of the card:
"We need a miracle"
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
"We need a miracle"
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
A miracle
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ROGUE OR GAMBIT AND I AM NOT MAKING ANY
MONEY OFF OF THIS.
"Miracle" was written by Matthew Scannell and is performed by the members of Vertical
Horizon: Matthew Scannell, Keith Kane, Sean Hurley, and Ed Toth.
Miracle
Remy sat on the edge of his bed, looking at old pictures. Belle, his ex-wife, and Genevieve, the woman whose trust he had betrayed, looked backed at him from the photos. One woman he had thought he loved, the other had thought she had loved him. Both assumptions were mistakes.
And then there was the auburn-haired Rogue. Why had he lied to her? Why had she left him? Why couldn't he get it right? Was it so wrong to just be happy?
Its taken much too long
To get it right
Would it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
There were so many failures: the Guild, the X-Men, . . . Rogue. Remy took a long draw of his cigarette and somewhat sadly remembered how she had hated them so much. He put it out. Maybe he'd go see her one last time. It was the middle of the night, and that was good. She wouldn't have to know he had come.
And all you really need
Is everything you could never be
And so you'd give it all
For a miracle
God, she was beautiful. How had he let it come to this? He studied her face, hoping to find something, anything. Did she still love him? Would she take him back? He'd been up at night so many times with the same question: What if?
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
He'd been so stupid, thinking of the relationship as some sort of game. And now he knew better. Although it was too late. Wasn't it? Could she ever love him again?
You never really know
What it is
Not until it goes
And if it comes again
It's a miracle
The past few months had been so lonely, he knew he'd never love anyone else. Was she the answer? Was she the only one? He thought so.
But what you miss is love
In everything below and up above
And could she bring it all
A miracle
Remy got up and left Rogue's bedside. He stopped in the doorway and gave one last long look at her. There was nothing there that he could see: no hope, no love. She had most likely forgotten him. He turned to leave, deciding against going by way of the window as he had come.
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
He left, starting up his motorcycle. It was almost laughable . . . almost, the way that such a simple thing kept them second-guessing their emotions: touch. Maybe if he ran he could escape the thoughts, the memories. He could try, at least he'd be far from her: her face, her words, her past love for him. It was all too painful.
All you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
And all you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
They had tried to make it work. Over and over again they had started fresh, only to be proved wrong. Was it just not meant to be? Were the never meant to find love?
It's taken so long to get it right
Would it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
Rogue tossed and turned in her sleep. Thoughts of Remy swirled throughout her sub-conscious. She woke, startled, and stared at the open window, curtains fluttering in the breeze. She moved to close it, and heard a faint rustling in the sheets. Rogue glanced down at a small piece of paper and picked it up. It was a playing card: the queen of hearts. As she held it, she noticed that something was written on the front of the card:
"We need a miracle"
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
"We need a miracle"
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
A miracle