always be my baby,

we are still young, we are still just dreamers blind to the cruelty of this cold world. we are still golden but time will make us bitter. these nights are cold but our hearts are warm, are smiles are bright, but we are still broken inside.

it seems like a movie, we are characters with hopes and dreams that found each other while heading our seperate ways. with wide eyes and nervous minds we somehow met to become this. and who could say for sure, but here is where we are now, somehow together, but still so far apart. with no sure idea on how to close the distance.

i wish i could be that everything for you, as you for me. but i am hardly the person you think i am, and perhaps you are someone else too. but my heart is continualy pulled so terribly close to yours, my hand to your hand, my soul toward what i think is yours.

but the truth is, we are blind. we are fools; we cannot redeem it eachother. it does not always work out heart for heart. life does not amount to what is fair. i am not perfect, and you are not god, nothing can hide the fact that we aren't perfect people. time is our enemy, no matter how far we run we are caught in its trap. and slowly whatever we are is pulled from our grasp.

but i am just bitter, and you are out of reach. But maybe, just maybe, something will work out for once. ..

you are the best one, of the best ones.