Laughters and tears, Hopes and fears, Smiles and frowns, Rocks and crowns, Thirst and hunger,

I’m sick of these rumors. I’m sick of these lies. I’m sick of all these tall—tales. You sit and think it’s cool. You get counted for it.

They show the image. They show the fear. They show the desire, for love and faith. They show the hope,

Loving you, as you love me. Outside waiting, as you drive to me. Very warm,