Drifting through daylight
Counting times you have me laugh, daydreaming
We could be that married couple that fights, and argues but yet we sip champagne in the night.
We love each other eternally yet I hate you at my boiling point. They say to be old and wise you must first be young and stupid.
That was certainly us.
Two years.
People were jealous; said that we weren’t going to make it, we were never meant to be together.
I started to fall for it.
God, he was the one who gave me signs.
We’d both get angry when we didn’t see each other
You’ve always told me that my eyes showed more than my pain
My light brown hazel eyes blocked everyone else from your life
You stared for days, complementing that flower bomb scent
My Valentine
I saw your scarred, crushed heart, as you saw mine
We were like two broken worlds that collided to make a healing world, slowly and unrecognizable.
My beautiful nightmare I’ll think about you in my deepest dreams