“Men lie. Women lie. So do numbers.”

There’s a thin line between love and lust
It is the agony
Some things we can’t reciprocate
Life with her own written script
Envy in the form of friends
Affection in the form of gifts
Assurance in the form of words
It is the comprehension
A language not written but read
From how comforting words sound
To how amazing the eyes can look
There is something about time
How well it reveals
Who and what we are
How and where we go
The difference between happiness and distraction

Wildkhard [TA]