Ricky and none of the characters are not mine!
Our love is like no others. No one can have our passion, none can be this reserved but passionate. Our love is like our art , it is a explosion , but will last forever, Just like us.
We are opposites, red and blonde, brown and blue. We differ vastly where I am passionate you are calm and very reserved. When we come together we make art ,a pure form of the most complicated dance.
We are artists, you with your dolls that kill and me with my clay. We argue about art, but when it comes down to it , we are the same. People don't understand our love or our art, but we do not care for we have each other.
Everything is a fight. Our art fights for us and brings others to their deaths. Our love brings us down causing us to come together and clash. It is always a fight whether a battle field or some half rotting hotel room. None of us lose in the end.
Art brings us together, but tears us apart. I know you want forever, but i want a explosion. I want to be remember, you want to stay for as long as you can.
We love each other, the other members look at us with disgust. It never bothers us when people see us holding hands or sharing a small kiss, because we think they are just jealous.
We become our art, you made yourself a puppet , but still you are the puppet master holding the strings of life and control. I want to become my art, i want to go out with a bang while the flames lick the sky and dozens of colors dancing in the flames.
I know you will remember me because you tell me so when I'm almost asleep, But it is i who will remember you. I took the news hard and i couldn't even get our body. It hurts, because when i see red i think of you.
This is my last fight i can tell, the raven has got me beat. Its time for my finale, to unleash my best artwork yet and hopefully take this brat out with me.
I'll be with you soon, Sasori-danna.