she was just a speck of earth- a careful girl in a sea of careless people; musing back and forth, with broken flowers at her feet. she mumbled obsolete rhymes and whispered sonnets to the wind the lyrics faded, the air was mute, the entire world became her nook.
(he)
he was an empty shell with his heart hanging askew underneath his worn out sweatshirt and scarred skin. he bartered love for nothing gave up songs for none wrote poetry for a broken girl, who's in love with a broken man.