A Heartbeat At Arles
I remember those streets...
Life is bitter and cruel
Without you right beside it...
I used to love so hard
but the hardest i loved...
Stuck on my mind,
She conquered my heart by being kind to me...
When you truly love someone,
You do not care about their imperfections...
I love her sincerely.
She's my coronation...
I roam this Earth with a plastered smile
As if it was made of paint...
She phones me,
I do not even know her...
I use to turn the bottle upright to be free
Drowning myself in a glass to escape...
When someone sends you a PDF of love,
You may not be able to read it...
Teach me how to let you go
For you’re a master at that...
_What is the mathematical measurement of love
between the point A and B...