you and me falling down without a sound true to the end with our monochromatic wounds this is it the end of torment glory of death to come in this event
I know this supposed to be for poems but I need to put this in I still cant help but like it was my fault, I was smater than this but I let my self walk around with a false sense of being happy, I jumped to conclusions and belived too much in one kiss, I'm not going to get mad at her becuase she did wrong it was my fault.