Im tired of writing how beautiful it all was, yea there were flowers growing in the pits of our stomachs. But those flowers are dead, liquor isn't water. Yea we had stars in our eyes, but the galaxies are gone, replaced by a black hole. We had wind in our hair and sun on our skin, but the sun has been gone for awhile now, and my skin is pale. The wind died and its just stale air. We had locks over our hearts but we both had a key, I threw my key into the ocean, watching in wash away in the waves just as our love did. It was beautiful, but beauty doesnt last forever, soon your hair will turn grey, your skin will wrinkle and the beauty fades away.