If blue skies fall will we be able to stop them?
If green grass dies, what will become of us?
If the world broke who would hold it together?
To me it would be him
My one and only
My rival, My friend
The man I looked up to for years but never said it
His reddish-brown hair and his onyx colored eyes
Oh his eyes
They could stop a train
I love him with all my heart and nothing would change that.
