The moment I saw it, I needed to have it.
It was soft, gentle, and carefree.
I was rough 'round the edges and feral.
To be fair, I didn't see us ever working out, but look at us now.
If it's grey, and I'm blue, then God, we make such an unthinkable color, but ******* hell, it's our color
From the clenched teeth to the scraping of nails on a chalkboard, it's our kind of love, and it's never going to go away.
I may seem possessive, and needy, but God. I am so afraid of it leaving, and being desperate to find a way to lock it back in place. I love it, and I love it more than it needs me, but ******* hell. It's our love.
Nothing can take it away.
The rain will still pour.
The wind will still whistle.
We will still remain in our memories and memoirs of today.