I want to read you, All your phrases, Even the ones untranslatable, From languages and moods you write. I want to read you, In rhymes and...

It begins something like this, By remembering small things, And slyly making them know, That they care. It begins something like this,...

I don't know how many times I've heard that song, In the last 2 days, Because I feel okay only when I'm listening to it, And last few...

Maybe if I could talk, Or rather listen to you, Than write these words here, Then maybe, just maybe, I would feel better than this moment.

They're both lying, And they know, Yet the truth remains silent, On an already quiet night. With their quietness speaking in volumes, As...