True love
Perfect they say is a number Do we know what really perfect is? One i am yet to understand Let me tell you how it happened The end, the beginning, the story Ours isn't one of tragedies because for that to happened we had to have lost Ours isn't a fairy tale too because there is no happy ending We collided more liked crushed and the stars aligned We stuck together almost on the edge of your nightmares Fueled by fear, of the devil inside Constantly finding yourselves, yet loosing it in each other Envied by others for thier lack of understanding Salted tears, silent screams, hidden joy Love i think it was called True they described