yeah

so we were stepping over sparkling paving stones
the air we breathed seemed to sparkle
and inhaling left a chill on my throat
the flawless silence was broken only
by the sound of her high heels
and the occasional passing car
I would glance at her
when I thought it might go unnoticed
and I loved how the orange glow from the streetlights
made her look warm when everything around us was so cold

'can I tell you something' she said
'sure'
'you can't tell anyone though'
'okay......'

'I'm engaged'

I stop walking

the silence suffocates me
I can't stop my eyes from falling
they search the pavement for answers
for something to say
I fake a smile and look back up laughing
'oh my god, that's amazing, congratulations"!

I put my arm round her shoulders and start us walking

'Aww you really think so'?

No

If I spilt my heart, would you be the heat that makes it evaporate?
If something was bothering me, would you be there to listen to me elaborate?
If I scribbled my sins on every lie I hold within,
and lose track of my mind and not know where to begin,
would you lift up my chin and whip the tears off my skin?
Would you be the bright moonlight on the dark blue sea,
as we dangle our legs off the dock, knowing we’re meant to be?
Would you tell me our future from what you foresee?
We’re like a growing tree.
Even through the stormy nights, we still stand strong.
Over the years, our rings remind us of what went wrong.
It gives us strength and helps our relationship prolong.
We’ll show the world that two hearts belong, together.

Loveless leways into a new day,
Fluttering free falls into us,
We're become an idea but never a probability,
Paper plane people.

There are a thousand miles and three time zones between us,
We aren't lovers,
We couldnt ever be,
But friendship is all we can see,
Our sparkling sea in the middle of north america.

We're paper plane children.
I feel safe at my im oriented home with you,
Forgotten to forget our little island,
We've forged a line on our maps,
will we ever walk it?

The idea of you,
The very idea of you apeals to me.
We are such opposites,
But in that we found some sort of quiet easy friendship.
Can maybe someday...
We dip our toes into the lives of paper plane children?
Maybe find some maps,
And a train or too,
So maybe someday I can touch you.

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?