rules will be broken
Boys will be fought over
our tears become laughter
Hearts become wounded
by betrayal that chewed us to pieces
We thought couldn’t happen to us
the memories are bizarre
but they’re a box of chocolates
some you love and want to have more of
And some you just want to spit out and
get rid of by forgetting how they tasted
They’re part of a breeze in the wind
Just flying by, for the very first time<3
