We're star cross'd
But we're in love
this battle; we haven't lost
I know we can't say much
this fortune we have is God sent
I know we can't say much
except will you kiss me till the night ends

My perfection would never be able to write these poems the way my flaws do

We have lost so much in order win over perfection when it doesn't even exist
People write about perfection just because it's to hard to face what's really in front of them.

The wind rushes
And the bells chime
My hairs softly wave
I know that my heart is brave
But they call me weak and shattered
Just because they were the people that mattered
I lost my brave heart
To the chaos of falling apart

One sided friendship is more deadly than one sided love

All I need is one break, just one teeny tiny break from proving myself every single day, from walking all alone and from battling on my own.

Our youth needs bandages but not literally bandages

Don't talk to me
if you want
but send me a song
I'll sing it to the moon