Riptide

"When you hurt people for so long, it becomes apart of you.
It was the only way I could feel."

•1994, Modern music & technology. •

You could tell when the world was perfect.
The time, the weather, the earth.
Atleast, Roseabella could.
She was a girl, with dyed hair and a low self esteem. Secretly smoking pot, sneaking out to look at the clouds at three in the morning. Typical, right? Not exactly.
Then again, neither was Billie.
Murderous and looks as sharp as a blade.
What is it about those chords that he plays,
And the lyrics he sings,
And the looks those eyes give?
Those dark, green eyes.
Roseabella's world was odd.
But, then again,
So was his.