A boy to a crying girl

It must have been a rainy day when you were born. It wasn’t actually rain, it was the sky crying because it lost it’s most beautiful angel.

I was counting the stars one night, for a reason to love you, I was doing great until I ran out of stars!

The moment I saw you, You warmed my heart, Second time you made little flames and, Now you make my heart burn like hell.

Boy: There’s something wrong with my phone. Girl: What’s wrong with it? Boy: It doesn’t have your phone number.

It must have been a rainy day when you were born. It wasn’t actually rain, it was the sky crying because it lost it’s most beautiful angel.

I was counting the stars one night, for a reason to love you, I was doing great until I ran out of stars!