RamboRocker

i. when we first met I was an owl-eyed dreamer, surely, I was the moon; lonely and surrounded by the dark thick blanket shivering in the arms of an oxygen-deprived sky that didn’t want me and you, I assumed that you, the pretty Miami girl with the loud, silent presence were the sun; the half cracked grin you gave me lit your eyes and I felt warm, like I was melting and I knew, that around you, I would be in danger of falling from my numbing velvet atmosphere, down towards the flames that curled around you but the sun and the moon will never have the slight chance of gracing each other because they are opposite sides of the spectru