sunshine boys & moonbeam girls
when i saw him first, he was a golden summer dandelion boy, with a too big halo around his head that kept falling in front of his eyes. with that goofy grin of his, i fell right into his life and no intention of climbing out. that is, until my warm sunset boy became my crimson red boy, his blood leaving his arteries empty and joining the crusade of raindrops trickling into cracks in the sidewal...