In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

She said, "It's too late,
It'll never feel like this again."

He said, "But I love you,
Isn't that enough?"

A gentle circumstance
Becomes an arduous feat;
For once she felt pain
But saw the light.

But the light could only survive for so long;
Her happiness --
It hasn't vanished yet.
Frightened and ashen, she turns away.

She said, "This can't be right,
And is the disappointment worth it?"

He said, "But I love you,
Isn't that enough?"

Disappointment aside,
She took a chance.
Pulled the chains rooted in her heart,
Finally free.

He said, "Maybe this went too far;
We should take a break."

She said, "But I love you,
Isn't that enough?"

She found her heart,
Soon enough for him to break it.
But what was lost,
Was what he wanted again.

He said, "We can do this,
Give me another chance."

She said, "I let myself love you,
And that just wasn't enough."

Maybe I am an *******
Maybe when I said “You’re beautiful and gorgeous”
Every day
I meant it in the most insincere way
Maybe I just enjoy the taste of lies

Maybe I am selfish
Maybe when I took you to dinner, movie
And everywhere you wanted to go
I just wanted to see the show
Maybe I just knew you’d **** me after

Maybe I am needy
Maybe when you ran to me
And cried on my shoulder
I let you so it didn’t grow colder
Maybe I needed your heart to warm mine

Maybe I am jealous
Maybe when you opened your lips
And legs like doors
I shouldn’t have called you a *****
Maybe you just enjoyed the company

Maybe I am shallow
Maybe when I took months
And solved the puzzle of your mind
I just wanted to see you naked some times
Maybe I didn’t care at all

Maybe all of this is true
Or maybe
Baby
You’re just a *****