(no subject)
i'll be your quasimodo in disguise. & you'll be my imperfect perfection.
& when the dark clouds shadow your skies, i'll shield you behind these walls of protection.
it's where we'll be invisible to the oblivious, when it's us against the world.
& with these calloused fingers i'll lift the world off of your shoulders.
...cuz you're my imperfect perfection. the one that saw through me, right from the start...
...the gypsy that danced her way into my heart.