Oh we were so perfect together
We were like two birds of a black feather
Some thought us as odd, but we were insane
Insane in love and numb to any pain
The love and joy could only last so long
Words and emotions, always come out wrong
We agrue, or it might seem so, but it's
to ease aches of my heart breaking to bits
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it
might work out, till then I'm an empty pit
But if not life goes on, friends is more
then life without my other half, love poor.
~wrote for a friend~
~who might know and feel about this topic~
