trains are moving, birds are flying and everytime she sees him her soul is dying
my heart skips a beat whenever you look me into my eyes whenever you talk to me or when she was just thinking about him and his innocent soul
his love for her was brighter than the bluest sky. the kind of blue that nobody could reject.
this boy had this special thing he always had this smirk on his face and a other look on things his thoughts were deep but his heart was afraid he didnt want to lose this battle
their love story wasnt like the ones in books, it wasnt like a fairytale it wasnt like a happy story
but she was happy to call him hers
he was her home
I cant stop writing about you when ur not even mine.