They speak of things in old books
Old love true love
They say that the world is corrupted
So we must be imperfect in every way
Brief engagements make people believe love is fleeting
so they flee from all nice attempts and feelings
Still...
I'd like to know a you who has yet to be tainted
A you whose eyes have only just begun to shine
A smile you show only to a few
"When the end comes we wont wonder why we chose what we die" -Marcus A. Blake-
