He was a recovering alcoholic She was a double shot of *****
He desiredΒ Β her like an ex-smoker desires to smoke one last cigar before his lungs shut down completely, before he breathes his last breath Like any smoker who would like to have the privilege to smell "Gurkha Black Dragon"
Their love was made of music notes no one got to hear Music played only in their ears
Like moon and sun Like day and night They shouldn't collide They can't meet
Mother nature would lose her balance each time they kissed The universe did not approve of their love
A love story that should have never been lived, should never be written nor spoken about