#ptchoo

Hes loud and angry His anger like a stage five hurricane but you love him. You condemned Your red eyes are always lingering and he looks back but its a glance and at the right moment your both in a trance.

As if everyone around you are gone and the both of you are alone Hes soft when your hands touch his cheek To your surprise, hes a little meek He thinks you'll call him weak

His best friend is always busy and instead of "me and him" it becomes "you and me" The distant honking rings true the boy thinks hes a fool

But hes perfect His soft skin the curve of his face The way he purrs when your honest you could just kiss his face

Its that time again His black eyes meet yours crimson and noir become main and again it becomes a hurricane But this time Instead of one lane Theres two