I'll Never be Her

You don't see her in me,
That's what you said yesterday,
On that late rainy evening,
As we sat at that little coffee shop by the bay.

In your thoughts she exists, she lives.
She has the smile that lights up your atmosphere.
Her words like a serenade, so engaging that you want to give her a listening ear.

And when you dance, you feel her arms around you,
You want that for eternity that ballad to continue.

You tell me she is an illusion, stolen from your reality.
She is your creation, an epitome of your creativity.

She's someone you are yet to meet.
You say you've never seen her,
It's like you have the glass slipper,
But it's taking time to find its rightful owner.

And I think to myself, I could be all that and so much more,
I bleed.
I'm knocking so hard on that closed door.

It's been some time now.
I think i should let go.
Thought I'd take my chances,
But there was something I didn't know.

So yesterday when those words you had said.
Your words have compelled me to make that bitter-sweet surrender.
I'll continue to be myself.
To you somehow, I'll never be her ...