Sometimes
all you have
is love.
Sometimes
all you carry
is love
love, love, love
the only thing close to reality.
Eminem mentality,
questions attacking me
Why me
in this quiet city?
But it’s not only you,
other hearts breathe here too,
in this quiet city,
breathing life
into empty streets.
“Oh no… but there’s nothing much to do here.”
“Well… what do we ever have to do anyway?”
We are restless beings,
can’t even sit in one place properly,
can’t close our eyes
for a minute
a minute feels long.
So take two seconds…
Oh
you lost my sight for two seconds?
“You love me that much, dear?”



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