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.