Coffee and Paranoia don't suit well
But cigarettes and short talks do.
Little things do count
Just like when the raindrops
started to fall on the window pane
Which gives you serenity and the ability to
Keep your mind at peace

The way her fingers brush through his hair
Is like playing the harp
Harmoniously playing every strand
The way she laughs
Will always be the highlight of the day.
Short talks and long embraces
Are something worth remembering
Because for him
A single minute with her feels like
A long year run, even if his day is already dim.