They were young. One foolish and the other unable to commit. Disaster is behind every door just waiting for the bell to ring. Ding.
Still young, yet, developing, maturing into something new. The other still the same face with a new poision. She’ll ruin you kid. Your supposed to suck the posion out. Kid? Kid!
Maturity sure is a swift kick in the ass. Colder, stronger, and lost the sweet edge that made the other come around in the first time. Ready, commitment doesn’t seem that scary anymore now that your a team of two. It works now. Immune to the poison and burning down the doors before they reveal. Braver and open to something new, something strong, something they can create together and be proud of. The future is now.
Saint's Muse 