Thoughts and Rants of Your Average Loser

blue

and you think to yourself how beautiful she is, you're covered in her blues and silvers and you are but a crack in the wall and she is beautiful, and she gets up to leave and it isn't her fault, it isn't her fault, it's yours because you are scratch on the sidewalk and she is beautiful, it is your fault, it is your fault because it was always just you, it was always just you wishing and wishing and in the end, it is your fault, she is beautiful, you are covered in the mess you've made and you love her 

you love her