You were flowers that chose another garden.
When butterflies come home, they bring a light. And you, my dears, never left.
What is day? What is night? These things make no sense when you are lost.
How can I have memories of you when you and me are the same?
I could tiptoe over my heartbeats forever just to hear your breath
I am so ordinary that I get noticed
It was just ONE minute.
But was it just? I mean,
was it fair? It went on
and on, and on
the fifty ninth second, I
tried to churn out the first.
Just me and the waters. Both as restless. Violently silent. And then, not any more.
Yes, I believe in grays. But no one told me grays could be this dark.
She never gave second chances. He didn’t take the first plunge. And so, their love story began.