“I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart. I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me. I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I will love you more than anything. I will kiss you when you cry. I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.”—(via overboarddd)
She never told you, But maybe the reason, She didn’t want to tell you, What was wrong, Was because, It made her heart hurt. It made her feel like a grey cloud, On a world that was already dismal, The kind of weather people block out, And put their umbrellas against. She feels like your personal storm cloud And she wants nothing more Than to be your sun.