In this world of love and hate, people tend to change in many ways. Which you can say, in a way we didn't expect. To the dying laughter they say, its good to be back, though never here to come back. worlds of war reckons on the shore, said she wouldn't do it anymore.
She said: I love you, more than words can say.
He said: action speaks louder than words.
Fist flying and energy gathering, in the minds of the leaders, money is my main priority. Greedy. Yet never before we came across a boy with a stick in his hands, its more to PSP nowadays. I love you mom, for giving me this PSP. I hate you mom, for locking me up in my room, that's what he said.
And the boys were laughing at something, said that you were funny, nonetheless weird. Freak. Backstabbing best friends, and other voices from the outside, controlling the people of the inside, to corrupt a girl, so that they would all be the same. Never the type he knew again.
The same goes here and there, people laughing at others dismay. Yet one thing never change, love. Cries of blood ran through his cheek, Monday mornings were not the same, until, one day the light that once left him, came to shine again, and all our speculations were right, the laughter not insight. Only true love could shine so bright.
Together they stayed forever more, locked away in their on little hut, boys and best friends never knowing, despite all their tries, love would shine, in a hut in the ever changing world.
