Memories

In hidden corners of green and grey,
(The places we hide in to go away)
With a few letters on paper and play,
(Love letters after class, fighting for don't-know-what)
Some quite moments of staring on blue,
(Water in the Well isn't really so blue)
Brown and gold back to brown and black,
(When you look at me just so, I melt into you)
Some stories are just for...
(Late nights with coffee, tea and a kitchen top)
The one who knows
(I love you).

Who decides

She doesn't deserve him,
She doesn't have anything
Which could keep him,
But he stays, is staying.

He doesn't need her,
He doesn't have anything
That she could need either,
But she stays, is staying.

Maybe they don't deserve each other,
Maybe they don't need each other,
But maybe they want each other,
And maybe keep choosing each other,

Even when the world and time
Says otherwise.
Maybe that's why they call it
Love.