You told me to me to write us a story.
But personally,
That's too mainstream.
And darling,
We are anything but mainstream
You loved me,
Before you even knew me.
No one has done that before.
Not for me
I find that it's hard to fall,
Unless i know where,
And when,
I am falling.
Because my heart,
Hates surprises.
And concrete scars.
But you,
You never scarred me.
You were a cushion,
And I didn't look before I fell.
I told you once,
I couldn't be yours,
Until i was sure,
But I was never prepared
For you.
You are a thief,
I would hate to catch,
And you are the one star,
I found worthwhile
To wish on