Wet Leaves

To him I'm a fallen angel. To me, I'm a twisted monster. To me, he's the only sun I can see. To him, he's a broken piano, one that use to sing. Without the other we sink into our nightmares, traps of the mind we can't see without the other holding our hand. We live like complete freaks and I love it. I love him, he caught me when I slipped.