Raindrop And Storm

He was incredibly handsome and I was unbelievably hopeless.

I was extremely goofy and he was insanely gorgeous.

He had the most innocent face and I had the most fucked-up face.

Life was worse for him, yet he wore a smile.

Life was better for me, yet I never smiled.

My soul was innocent; his soul was fucked-up, tattered

If I was rain drops, he was a deadly storm.