Untitled III (A poem for music, perhaps)

He was a different boy, he just liked to live on,
Followed his heart like his own sun,
He was a dreamer, with star-croseed eyes,
Who always hated yet always told lies.

He was a loner boy, always by himself,
And no one seemed to care just how he felt,
He spent his life fighting off his heart,
But always lost one, never finished liked his start.

And she was a simple girl, she just liked to have fun,
Always opened her heart to just about any one,
But she cried that she was just so plain,
but he was just the same, and they still loved right on.

She always worried that she was just too far,
but she lived in his heart, right from the start,
She said she didn't know why, Couldn't justify,
but he loved her more then the sky, and never cared why.