By Elizabeth the violet writer

He got down on one knee yesterday.
When I say my heart skipped a beat,
I mean it,
His eyes looked so eager,
So true.

Still, I let my fear of forever get the better of me.
I thought I had healed.
I thought the past no longer haunted me.
Boy, I was wrong.
Wrong and foolish.

Sister,
Do you think he will ever forgive me ?
Do you think he will be the same ?
My Johnny, how will I explain?

How will I justify the hurt I dealt you.
Sister,
When will this guilt ebb?
When will I forget and move on?
Will I ever truly mend ?
Or will I forever keep myself from joy?