She was the type of girl
who tried her best to love
but recieved none in return
He was the type of boy
who didn't care for much
who didn't crave any touch
She was the type of girl
who place dandelions in her room
to remember that one day
everything would fly away
He was the type of boy
who rode motorbikes by choice
the thrill of the risk
to be close to Death's kiss
She was the type of girl
who had a firm grip on insanity
and often gave way to reality
He was the type of boy
who believe in the realistic roads
and never thought twice about ghosts
She was the type of girl
who didn't believe in choice
but believed in broken toys
He was the type of boy
who rode around all night
looking for misled fights
They were soulmates
But they didn't know
Passing each other in the hallway
Because they thought no one
could understand their pain
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
She was the type of girl
who tried her best to love
but recieved none in return
He was the type of boy
who didn't care for much
who didn't crave any touch
She was the type of girl
who place dandelions in her room
to remember that one day
everything would fly away
He was the type of boy
who rode motorbikes by choice
the thrill of the risk
to be close to Death's kiss
She was the type of girl
who had a firm grip on insanity
and often gave way to reality
He was the type of boy
who believe in the realistic roads
and never thought twice about ghosts
She was the type of girl
who didn't believe in choice
but believed in broken toys
He was the type of boy
who rode around all night
looking for misled fights
They were soulmates
But they didn't know
Passing each other in the hallway
Because they thought no one
could understand their pain
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