falling || 5sos || au

vii.

vii.

[her thoughts]

he was quaint

with his band t-shirts

and ripped jeans

you never see him

but you can hear

his beautiful long fingers

gracefully pluck the

weathered nylon strings

to produce a sound

so adverse

how could he even

look at someone like me

have you seen

him with that girl

“are they together,”

“no, he dumped her,”