Love is much like a poem.
It is not always true...

I'd fall through fire to get to you.
I'd reach so much higher if it meant reaching you...

I know what you told me
I've never fallen this hard...

Intertwined with my fingers are her own
Fitting perfectly despite my monstrous hands...

She and I sit in the rain
On a concrete bench...

Lift your head girl
Your face is so captivating...

Again I sit with you, my old friend
And your strings are slightly worn and rusted...

If you were a breeze
I would love you...

How could I be so stupid?
She trusted me...

Loneliness...
A feeling of emptiness...

Do you see yourself the way I see you?
So beautiful...

Just to lay under a soft moonlight
And gaze at the stars that lie in your eyes...