It's one-sided for me, and none whatsoever from hers. I hate sharing my flaws, she loves to let everyone be a part of her journey.
It's pitch black to me, she however will fall everytime for blue. I suck at interaction, she is a bundle of joy.
It's Ed Sheeran for her, Lukas Graham is my jam. I always look down on novelists, her love is them books.
It's Me, Myself and I for me, she believes in One Love. I never cared for nothing, keeping aside my mother of course. She is the verse of harmony.
It's death, doom and devil for me, she is just a smile away from Disneyland. It was never my intention to write, she was born with the pen to bless all poetries.
I am a shitty... not shitty, more of a terrible person though. She once kept me sane.
And, that's it, this is our paradox.
Sweet, till tragedy strikes twelfth.
Sour, but so much needed.
The End, maybe oblivion,
I don't know, it's done you know.