Standing underneath the moon, stars, and satellites.
The sky is falling but not for us, not tonight.
"We're a perfect match" I thought, "Your blue eyes and my blue heart."
And you can call us crazy if you want but we simply just got a head start.
Death is running through our veins, indefinitely ill.
For us it's real, just check the hospital bill.
A black blooded girl and broken-hearted boy.
But we accept the cruel hand we're dealt and still find joy.
We're starting over now. History is fiction.
Not even God can't touch us; we're out of his jurisdiction.
We were filed under "left for dead" so fate sewed us together with a needle and thread.
Baby, together we are invincible. We may bend, but we will not be broken.
Author notes
For Jeff.
We both have alot of health problems.
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