/I was 16 One innocent, adventurous soul. I met you. A funny boy, I thought, yet the sky is trapped in his eyes.
-I was 18 Misguided and mischievous But with both fully functioning heart and soul Both tripped and collided with each other right when the forest comes alive inside those orbs.
/A false start. A chance. Things that we take. Things that were doomed from the start. A kiss. A pair of hands on your cheeks. I can’t erase how you felt between my hands. -A fall, one deep fall. A ship. A compass. A rose. A dagger. One single rope. An anchor. Think about all the love that has been wasted. I’m not escaping. I’m not scared of love.
/Warm pair of arms. One Yorkshire Tea. Candlelights. It’s alright calling out for somebody to hold. A simple resemblance of home. A reassurance, because you are not alone. This could be enough. We could be enough. -We tell those stories we already told Yet we never say what we really mean That the one with the cheekbones knows the prince is in love with him. And when he runs out of rope, I’ll bring him home That wherever you go, I will follow
Don’t worry, we are enough.
//Won’t you stay till the AM? –Just hold on a little longer.
//You sure this isn’t a mistake? We were just two young hearts in one home. –Always you.
