People live in a kind of monotone of voice

They live that way till they have a choice

On whether to stay alone or open up.

And when they locked eyes the first time everyone could tell how they were closeup

Standing across from each other arguing in debate class

They had changed like they were standing on glass

With only each other as ways to keep standing

Through friendship they lived but their were some misunderstandings

Like life they weren’t perfect

And they realized they liked each other

He realized she was smart and fun and has the best laugh

He wanted to always have more of her than a photograph

That she was unique and no one could truly be her

they had both been through so much they were like blurs

But when she smiled at him

She would light up the dim

And he felt like a dove

That was why he still believed in love