You ever meet the closest thing to perfect and then realize that you couldn't have it? I have and his middle name is taken ...
Tangles of lies. although this isn't traditional I swear to you it's truley uncoditional; it shall be everlasting - now, forever and in the passing.
A rain of complications, and question. Call me weak but Im not leaving. 'Cause you are my misery, my jealousy, my joy and my inspiration.
Keeping our love secret has seen it's brighter days. But our smiles still haven't faded.
Even though this love was never promised or planned for I still feel like I can't grasp it if I wanted it: that hurts more than ever now more than before.
N ever ending fantastical love that is slowly going nowhere. I know we're not one but our imperfectionate mess seems so perfect.