the look in his eyes told a different story it was a sad story about his love for a girl and how he wanted to give up everything for her
his hands weren't made to hold me my heart didn't beat to love him we always thought that we belonged but the blood in our veins was from other planets
he was mars and she was venus we weren't made to live happily ever after
but everytime they kissed the colors in the world came back to life, it wasn't only black and white and everytime they touched it was another kind of madness
it was a cold dark night the full moon was shining bright, the stars were out and everything in the world looked a little more magical eyecontact and not speaking became our secret the way your golden eyes looked into mine you always looked right into my soul
if it's meant to be it will be her grandma used to say and so they both died alone.