Eyes are all puffy Hair is disheveled Tears in gelato Make it much sweeter
The heart thumps loudly Each cell 100 pounds The distance from you Increases the force
When I lie awake And wish for you near You are closer than If I see you daily
Yearning for the zenith Brings so much pleasure What is left to want When the end does come?
Life is a beautiful mess. Half of the suffering is in the desire for something more, something else, something better. Half of the suffering is in getting exactly what you want.
Let me stroke your face, until dawn, and, rock to you sleep, while keeping you warm This is one place, where you, don't have to perform, Just be you, until the morning dawn