A/N: The characters
are not mine, they are owned by James Cameron and Charles Eglee, however, the
idiots of FOX Network decided to let them die, but they won't!!! However, the
words are mine and ya can't steal them!!…
I am currently working on what might bring me happiness.
I am currently working on what might bring my angel to my arms.
I am currently working in feeling whole again.
I am currently working on me and my angel feeling as one.
I lie sometimes, cause is better that way.
But I lied today, cause in the end, she might not care.
And as I try to lie, my angel begins to undress,
not to sound like a hornball, but I am half a man.
And that half is not really letting me think straight.
Before my man side takes over,
I remind her and slip her a little offer.
A year ago my life changed.
A year ago my bride I met.
A year ago… tomorrow, it will all be possible.
And a year from now, I'll say a year ago.
A year ago, my angel and me met.
And a year has passed,
and all I think about is her.
A year ago, I would be dead.
But a year ago, I was given a life.
Before the celebration,
I have to use the lie and cash it.
So I go to pick her up,
and to see me, boy is she happy.
So we're sitting there, in the dark.
And I don't know, but she's acting out of whack.
And so, here I am all business mode,
and there she is, all weird out and all.
And why is she looking at me like that?
Not that I mind, but …she's sitting on her hands?
And before things are any more weird,
she runs out of the car to get my lie,
almost, because of not checking, she dies.
But wet as heck, she comes back to me.
A day has passed
and I'm sitting with my other half.
I turn it on,
music to my ears.
The show must go on.
And this is it.
I know.
And here I am,
everything's perfect.
The night is young, and so is she.
But there always has to be something
to make everything be…sh*t!
My angel called me,
and cancelled.
And now I wonder if it's because of me.
My angel called me,
and cancelled.
And now I wonder if it's because of 'we'.
I know there's no 'we'
and quite frankly, there wouldn't be.
Not if she's not here tonight,
not even if I am me.
And as I sit in my dark tower,
watching the world go by,
watching Seattle the downtrodden be.
I sit here and realize,
without her, I am not, I can not be me.
A day ago,
I was stood up,
by the most gorgeous woman in the world.
And what I know
is that I don't deserve her.
She's too perfect for what I am.
A year ago,
I met
the most gorgeous woman in the world.
And right now,
all I can hear
is a rope…
and down it comes,
and dangling from it, is the most gorgeous girl in the world.
She did remember,
and I guess she wants to celebrate.
Other wise she wouldn't be here,
and she wouldn't try to charm her way out of here.
And it all makes sense now,
the caged animal look,
the weird things she says and do.
Well, I'm glad that you're here…
that's an understatement too.
Because right now, she couldn't look
more gorgeous to me,
not even if she wanted to.
And to be honest,
I stored that piece of info in the back
where I can later use it,
and believe me, not for a hack.
And my angel said that she slept with this guy.
And it boiled my blood, for a few minutes, and for a while.
But just tell me one thing angel…
tell me you didn't give him your heart.
Tell me, you didn't give him your heart,
Like I'm about to do, to show you this…
I can walk my angel, for you I can walk
I'm a man now, It's all right.
You have nothing to be sorry for...or ashamed of.
I know who you are.
And I swear, my angel.
I love you for that.
And before I could throw her one of my charming lines,
my electrical half made me fall.
But I don't care that much, not too little, but not a lot.
And before I could fall into that dark hole again,
you rescued me, of you, in love;
you made me fall.
And our flirting game was back on,
but I did not mind, not at all.
Because I had you, and you had me.
And because it was our anniversary.
And the sweetest thing she has ever done for me,
she granted me a kiss.
And the most sweetest thing she has done for me,
it was that it wasn't Manticore doing it,
it was her, she was doing this, because she wanted it.
And before I could really get down to enjoy it,
her brother, party breaker and bone collector,
or rather ..well I don't like him, period;
came in and stopped her from continuing to kiss me.
And he hit a soft spot
when her sister, they were trying to go and rescue.
And all I could do,
so she knew I was there with her;
I helped in every way I could.
Even though, I wanted to tie her
and protect her from running into a trap.
All I could do was when she asked me 'this will wait, right?
And I lied and said, we have all the time in the world.
A year ago, I was born.
A year ago I met a girl.
A year ago someone broke into my home,
and a year ago, I fell in love with that girl.
A/N: Flames or Sprays? It was rather interesting to write this… my muse paid me
a visit , but I think she still wants me to write some more… though I must
confess this was well… I could've made it longer…