You've always been one step ahead of me, and it seems you walk around like you own every passing street. You talk like fear is a distant memory... well, if that's so, then why so discrete to me?
I once knew this wonder boy.. who could flip the whole world around with his smile. His laugh was pure joy, the kind that makes you wish it could last all the while.
Faded walls and daises blooming in the gardens, somehow bring me back to you, and all of the petals I plucked have kept me from discarding the only reason I'm still loving you.
(j.a.r.)
just a lousy love poem that will never amount to anything, but its ok.