this "story" is only a chapter within the book of lies, babe.

but all is well until it ******* happens back to you. delusional.

I don't deserve you
this is true.
I change too often
every day I'm someone new.
But you still stick with me,
like Elmer's glue.
I remember making a wish,
and before I blew,
a white dove flew...
I closed my eyes and cried
because at the moment I knew...

that our friendship had grew...

and

I was in love with *you

"But I tell you that men will give an account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken."

you are mostly angles
and i am mostly curves.

the best paintings
have the perfect combination
of the two.

together
we are a perfect mixture
of sharp and soft.

like a painting
a living masterpiece.